Part 1:  The race
 

    It was a fine July day in the forest.  The birds were chirping and today there was a race between the tortoise and the hare. Pete hair was extremely excited to go.  He was ranked number 1 in the race and the tortoise was ranked number 2.  This was going to be a good race.  He was ready and willing to do his best in the race. They were both lined up and ready to race.
“ON YOUR MARK... GET SET.....” a raccoon said as they were about to go then...
Pete saw something, a gun barrel, a shotgun went up in the air.  His heart   “NO!!!!!” pete yelled as he saw A  bullet come strait toward his face. The hare went down.  There was a pool of blood around the hare as he laid face down.  “AHHH” people screamed in sheer terror.  There was mass hysteria everywhere.

Part 2:

 I was in my tree when i got the call.  My name is Alex Fox and i am a detective in the mean meadows of down town.  I was resting when i got it.
 “Hello , Alex, this is Willy”.
 Ahh, willy the raccoon i thought in my head, my long time best friend and partner.  “ Hey,” I said sleepily.
 “It’s peter rabbit,  he was about to race the tortoise”.
 “What happened” I asked.
 “He was shot three times in the head.”
 I paused in utter shock,  my long time friend, Petey... dead.

Part 3:

 At 12:00 pm that saturday morning i went to look at the corpse.   It was nothing like  i have seen in years.  His brain hung out and flapped out onto the ground.  His face was mutilated.
 
 

Part 4:

 I checked the body over.  “ THERE IS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT” I shouted over the crowd “ THERE IS NO KILLER,  THESE ARE SHOTGUN BULLETS, THIS CAME FROM A HUNTER.”  I, myself sighed with relief.  I thought there was a killer among us.  Even though i was unbelievably sad about what happened with Petey, I was relived there wasn’t some physco stalking us.  That’s what happens every day down here in these mean streets.