“You give me no choice but to call your parents now, kids,” the guard of a busy business center said firmly to Pepe and Gilbert. “This is the third time I’m asking you both not to skateboard in front of this building. It’s dangerous! This is not the right place for that.”
“Mom, dad…I’m going for a walk along the beach. I promise I won’t go too far.” Pepe was excited as the warm salt air and breeze invigorated his body, and wanted to soak it all in.
“Ouch!” Pepe yelled in pain when some heavy books he was carrying fell on his foot. “Ouch! Ouch!” He continued.
“Shh!” The librarian signaled to him.
“… and Father God, thanks for everything. Amen!” Pepe said a quick prayer before starting his day off from school. He had so many things in mind he wanted to do that day.
As he stood up to leave, Pepe felt a loving presence in the room and heard the voice of God begging, “Stay with me a little longer, please?”
“I tried!” Pepe sighed as he threw himself on the couch, and then flashbacked to the events of the day…
Clang, clang, clang…the coins in Pepe’s piggy bank jingled as he walked carrying it around his neighborhood.
“Where can I bury all this money? I really don’t want to share it with other people,” Pepe thought to himself. “Once I empty these coins into a hole and cover it—ha-ha, like pirate’s treasure—I’ll have more space in my piggy bank to accumulate even more money, all for me…ha-ha!”
“These sheep are so cute!” Pepe said out loud while looking at the flock in the nearby field. Pepe and his parents were visiting relatives who live in a farm, and as soon as they arrived, he had jumped out and immediately run to see all the animals. Continue reading
“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!,” Pepe yelled as he ran from the hungry hyenas. “Help! Help!,” his legs were aching from running hard on the harsh ground of the savannah. The heat pressed in on him crushing him in defeat. Suddenly he fell and was too exhausted to get up.
“Retreat from battle, soldiers!” The knight shouted to the men fighting on foot. “It looks like the king sent us to a trap! This is a trap! The king lied to us. Run for your lives!”
Pepe closed the book. He couldn’t continue reading. How could a king be so bad? How could that king send his people to die? What was his motive? What a horrible heart that king had!
“Here you are, Pepe!” A joyful Bernice had finally found Pepe, “We’ve been looking for you all over the place.”