The Tale of Peter Tibbar Part 3

Part 3


Peter sat in the living room trying to do his homework while his three younger sisters argued over their dolls. "Mindy!! Let go it's my turn to play with Barbie!" The little girl shouts as she tries to pull her doll away from her sister. "Peter! Peter! Mindy and Carmen are fighting!!" The youngest sister calls to him.

Peter couldn't stand it any longer. "Stop your hollering! All of you!!" Peter yells at the girls. The sisters froze and gave him guilty looks. "Now, I'm just going out for a bit to get my soccer ball back, ok? I'll be right back, so just stay put." Peter puts his blue jacket and leaves the apartment while locking the door.

Wandering around in the parking lot, Peter heads towards his neighbour's wooden fence. He peered his head over to see if he could spot his ball. It was right in the garden, sitting on top of the cabbage patch. However, getting the ball wouldn't be as simple as one would think. This was Mr. McGregar's garden, and he never took lightly to vegetable thieves such as Peter. The last time he had gone into Mr. McGregor's garden, he had his leg torn by his old dog. Since then, his mother never left him off his case.

However, the lights were turned off and his car wasn't in the drive way either. Now was the perfect time to get his ball back. Peter reached his arms on top of the fence and lifted himself up. Landing on the ground, he accidentally squashed one of Mr. McGregor's tomatoes plants. Ignoring the red splats covered on his pant legs, Peter quietly sneaked into the cabbage patch and grabbed his soccer ball. He looked around the garden for a bit. It was a lot bigger than he expected. "Well, I've got my ball back," He thought to himself, "But it would be ashamed to leave all these vegetables behind while the old grouch is gone. After all, we hardly have any food in the house now a days." Peter scanned the area again just to make sure no one was there to see him, then he quickly plucked a few tomatoes and cradled it in his jacket. A row of radishes caught his eye. "Ohh! My favourite!" He said as he picked them from the ground. "I'll just tell mom that I found the twenty and went grocery shopping..."

Pretty soon, Peter had picked practically every kind of vegetable in the garden. His jacket was weighed heavily with onions, tomatoes, radishes and cucumbers. "Man, this is heavy!" He sighed. "I'll have to leave in from the front gate with these." Peter headed towards the wooden gate, however as soon as he went to open the latch, he met the gaze of a pair of black eyes and sharp teeth. It was Mr. McGregor's dog. He started barking furiously at Peter. Before he could even tell it to shut up, he saw old Mr. McGregor walking towards the back yard.

"Hey!! What are you doing in there, you varmint??!"