Peppa's POV:
This was day 3 of failing to steal alcohol for daddy pig. He was starting to get very angry and I feared that if I couldn't successfully steal any today, then something bad would happen.
*Time skip*
As I walked into the shop the security guard looked me up and down, probably wondering why a 5 year old was in Aldi alone. I walked up to the alcohol section, as I usually did, but today I heard footsteps behind me, it was the security guard. He must be watching me, I thought. I went to go and grab a bottle anyway, after all it was my only choice. I didn't hear the guard move closer so I assumed I was safe. The only problem now was that I didn't have anything to hide the alcohol in, how was I going to get out unnoticed?
Then, through the corner of my eye, I saw the security guard turn his head to talk to a customer. Hastily, I hurled a bottle out into the isle where it shattered faster than imallexx accusing his friends of rape. I then rolled under the isle at astronomical speed with the 3 alcohol bottles in my arms. The security guard came running down the isle but he was too late as I was already zooming out the door. The alarm went off but I couldn't be stopped now. As I sprinted away, I heard someone, probably the security guard, repeatedly shout "COME BACK HERE!", but it only started to worry me when the sound became easier to hear instead of harder. Despite this, I mustered up the courage to look behind me and there I saw the guard only about 15 feet away from me. My shoes then ripped (they were made of paper after all so it was inevitable) and I went tumbling across the car park. The alcohol bottles smashed everywhere, but I managed to hide out under a car until the guard went back inside.
The only problem now was that I would be returning home with no alcohol for the 3rd day in a row.
*Time skip*
When I walk the 3 miles it takes to get back home I hear daddy pigs thunderous voice booming down the mouldy, crumbling hallway "OI YOU GOT THE BEER THEN? BETTER HAVE I HAVEN'T DRANK ANY IN NEARLY 3 WHOLE DAYS!" I replied with "no", but, before I had any time to explain why, I felt the dust flying from the ratchet carpets and the whole flat shake as daddy pig ran full speed towards me. "RIGHT THAT IS THE FINAL STRAW! LEAVE THIS FLAT AND NEVER RETURN, HOW DARE YOU NOT BRING BACK ANY BEER 3 DAYS IN A ROW! YOU ARE A DISGRACE AND YOU DO NOTHING FOR ME. ALL I ASKED YOU TO DO WAS STEAL BEER AND YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT! NOW GET OUT BEFORE I KICK YOU OUT!", he roared at me, with spit flying nearly as fast as his enraged punches.
I escape from the flat as quickly as daddy pig downing a pint and run until it is no longer in sight.
I hated that flimsy, infested old shack anyway, I thought.
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Peppa's Story
AdventureOkay well since it's been a year and since we're in quarantine I thought I'd come back and write another cursed story. This story is about Peppa pig's life after her show got cancelled.
