The tale of Peter Tibbar

Purpose: To interpret an urban spin off of peter the Rabbit, portraying Peter as a young teen living in poverty. (Tibbar is Rabbit spelled backwards)



Peter lay on his bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. It was almost seven o'clock in the morning, though he hadn't slept a wink that night. His eyelids were heavy yet his body felt full of adrenalin. All that had been running through his head was his encounter with Mr. McGregor and his menacing dog. How could he have been so stupid?

"Peter!! Get up already!" His mother banged on his door. Peter groaned. He did not want to get up at all knowing that he'd have to pass Mr. McGregor's house while taking his sisters to school. "It'll be fine." He assured himself. "At least it was dark enough that he didn't notice me." He got up from his bed and put a fresh set of cloths. He reached for his blue jacket which was normally in his closet, but it wasn't there. "Where the heck is--" Then it hit him. "Oh...Crap!" He had left his jacket behind after it got caught on Mr. McGregor's fence.