Gilbert glanced around the alley. The boy was right. The dog was nowhere to be found. He looked the other boy up and down with narrowed green eyes. That dog was nearly the boy's size. There's no way he could have scared it off it would have eaten him.
Gilbert scoffed and walked past the other boy, heading towards his pile of posessions and his ripped back pack.
"Don't call me kid. I'm nearly grown. I can handle myself. I don't need my parents to hold my hand through everything I do. Besides, it's not like I'm lost or anything. I simply ran away."
Gilbert paused in his gathering of his items.
Poor Peter lie in a sad heap of stuffing and body parts on the ground.
That dog had completely devoured him.
Gilbert gathered the bunny up gently and slowly stood from his crouching position on the ground.
Hot tears stung his eyes. Peter was completely destroyed. There was no way he could be fixed now.
Gilbert was now very aware of the other boy standing a distance behind him. He resolved not to turn back around until he could manage to stop crying, and crouched back down to continue gathering his things.