Love and bacon hovered in the air of the Smalley house one sunny morning when Annie, 7, came to breakfast.

A "baconaholic," according to her father, Annie spied the last remaining strips of the intoxicating salty meat on a plate. She could easily have inhaled them all. But incoming was Annie's sister, Murphy, 16, another bacon devotee. Annie paused and decided to offer one strip of crispy goodness to her sister. "Dad," she declared, ""I just laid down my life for Murphy."