8 The Tale of Little Peter Poopypants

CHAPTER 8 THE TALE OF LITTLE PETER POOPYPANTS We crawl and we crawl and we crawl and we crawl.

We crawl fast. We crawl slow.

We crawl high. We crawl low.

We go and we go and we go and we go… until we see a glimmer of light. "At last!" I say. "Freedom!" We crawl out of the tunnel into the middle of a vegetable patch.

A little rabbit dressed in a blue jacket and a pair of brown pants hops toward us. "Quick!" he says. "Follow me or Farmer McRabbit-Grabber will get you!"

"Who's Farmer McRabbit-Grabber?" says Terry. The little rabbit points to an angry, red-faced farmer running toward us. "He is!" "Just wait until I get my rabbit-grabbing hands on you, Little Peter Poopypants!" booms the man. "Then you'll be sorry!"