The tale of Peter Tibbar Part 2 (modern Peter Rabbit)

The Tale of Peter Tibbar

Part II

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and Peter was out playing soccer with his friend, Benjamin in back parking lot of their apartment building. "Ha! In your face!" Benjamin boasts as he scores a goal on Peter, striking the ball at the garbage bins. Peter picks up the ball and grins. "A lucky shot. You better go long for this one!" Peter throws the soccer ball in front of him and kicks it hard with the tip of his foot. "Oh, crap!" Peter shouts. The ball went a little further than he expected, flying above of the cars, over top of the fence and into the back yard of a small house beside the parking lot.

"You're getting that!" Benjamin called over to him. "Ain't no way I'm going into that old grouches yard. Peter sighed, "Fine, fine." Just as he was about to climb the fence, Peter's mother enters the parking lot. "Peter! A word, please!"

Peter rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'm coming." running up to her, he could see she wasn't in a good mood.

"Where's the twenty dollars you promised me." She demands, crossing her arms. "Could we talk about this later, I'm busy..." He said, shifting his eyes. "Excuse me?" His mother raised her voice, "I told you I had to go shopping tonight, our fridge has been empty for a week! Now, what did you do with your money?"

Peter stared at the ground. "I...I lost it. It was an accident!" His mother glared at him. "I can't believe you!" She yelled loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "You know, if you had a job and weren't wasting your time goofing off, we would have money in the house!" His mother gave a sigh and placed her hand over her face. "Ok....well, do you have a five on you?" Peter reached into his pocket and fished for his five dollar bill. He slowly handed it to her, and she grabbed it out of his hand. "This is enough for a loaf of bread at least. Now do me another favor at least and look after your sisters while I'm gone. I won't be long." Peter nodded at his mother, still looking at the ground. His mother makes her way onto the sidewalk. "And make sure they do their homework."

Benjamin walks up to Peter. "Er, sorry to hear that, Pete. I'll see you later, then. Good luck getting your ball back." Without another word, Peter waves good bye to his friend and miserably enters the apartment building.