And lo did the skys open up, A giant rift in the fabric of reality. Such is the commonality and power of this wish that once it is triggered it is too much for the ways of magic to compensate for. The Animals of the earth tremble in the unnatural fear as strips of bacon rain down from the sky. The bacon can not be devored to keep up with the amount its falling from the skys. Soon it starts to rot, in areas they collect it to insinerate, turrning the air rancid with ash , in other areas where it is left to rot, the nitrates seep into the soil ruining it, Bacon choking the world of life itself in its infernal rain.
I want a puppy!