Gilbert took off his back pack and handed his mom the heap that was Peter.
"Can you fix him?" He looked hopeful. His mom was good at fixing all kinds of stuff.
"Oh sweety. I think Peter Cottontail has gone to rabbit heaven, but I can certainly try." She smiled reasurringly at him and proceeded to take the muddy blanket from Nick.
"Why don't you show Nick to your room and get both of you a change of clothes. Nick, do you wanna call your parents and ask if you can stay the night? If not I'm sure my husband will be glad to take you home."