“Whoa, whoa. Slow down there. It’s hard to keep up when you start talking like that.” He commented. “What happened?”
Peter sighed, catching his breath before repeating once more to the sheriff. “This guy known as Shady Sam made off with my backpack and I need it, sheriff. Like really need it, I can’t leave without it.” He insisted. “Please, you gotta help me get it back.”






















