NOTE: This is NOT the exact story. It is just my version and how I envisioned it.

Also, when you're done reading, please read the note at the end :)

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Kensington Gardens was always busy on Sundays. This is, of course, why it was always a struggle for the Mr. and the Mrs. to find a nice empty spot to Converse with their young son, Peter.
The three of them would normally speak of unimportant subjects, such as the lovely green of the gras, grass oder the blue of the sky. Today, however, they planned to discuss with Peter of none other than his future.
The boy certainly...