{"sf1_id":810715,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 5: Kick-the-Can","author":"Domus Vocis","words":756,"posted_at":"2015-01-23T12:29:00.000Z","tags":["1899","Cub (clean)","Cubs","Human","Humor","New York City","Olives","Raccoon","Wolf","can","irony","play","street","urchin"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/810715-the-adventures-of-peter-gray-chapter-5-kick-the-can","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/810715","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=810715\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Chapter\n5\nKick-the-Can\n \n          \"Ready?\"\n \n          \"Yeah!\"\n \n          \"And begin!\" \n \n          In me opinion, they should have kick-the-can\nbe played in stadiums, because nothing compared to it. The fancy universities\nhad basketball, the nobles and rich gents owned polo, but we street boys had\nkick-the-can. And nothing soothed me nerves better than a playful game with\nother boys.\n \n          I accidentally bumped into Danny, a\nfox from down the street, who had the can. \"Hey! Watchit, ya dumb wolf!\" he\nsaid, but carried a smirk on his muzzle.\n \n          I smirked back. Well, almost playful.\n \n          While other kits, cubs, and even\nJames's little sister Annabelle watched from afar, I played with me team\ncomposed of meself and James. The opposing team was made of Bromley the newsie\nand another newsie, a black furred raccoon two feet taller than me everyone\ncalled Frankie.\n \n          We started over with Bromley starting\nwith the old can. The Shepherd kicked the can to Frankie who passed by me\nattempts to block him. He was quick, and so was Bromley, both of whom were newsies.\nBromley kicked it in between his foot pads and dribbled the dang thing like a\nsoccer ball, but I managed to keep him away long enough for James to take the\ncan and kick it in between the trash bins opposite of the street. \n \n          \"One to zero!\" I laughed, playfully\npatting James's back. \"Nice kick, James.\" \n \n          Bromley also commented with a wag of\nhis tail, \"Yeah, nice goal.\"\n \n          James looked to me and laughed.\n\"Thanks, Peter,\" he said with a smile. \"I got my first goal, thanks to you.\"\n \n          \"Aye, it's an achievement as high as\nflying, boy,\" I joked. \"Next thing ya know, ya shall be President of these 'ere\nStates.\" I laughed with him and went to get the can.\n \n          \"Jamie! Jamie!\" Annabelle laughed her\nlittle girl voice. I couldn't help but give a small smile to her face. But with\nthat, while she innocently sat on the stairs to her tenement building, I earned\nmeself a \"doggie\" comment.\n \n          We started over with me with the can.\nI had spent years on the streets perfecting me skills with this game, whether\nit be with a broken bottle, a can of beans, or an empty one, I knew the twists\nand turns to kick-the-can. And with James, Annabelle, and the rest here, now\nwas me chance to shine.\n \n          \"Ready, everyone?\" I asked with each\nside looking to me. \"'ere ya go!\" \n \n          I kicked it high in the air. And it crashed\nthrough the tenement building's window across from me. James and Frankie looked\nat me flatly while Bromley did his best to suppress laughter I meself deserved.\n\n \n          \"Relax, everyone, I'll get it...\" \n \n          Mumbling, I walked me way to the\ntenement house and opened the door. After fifteen minutes or so of finding the\nright room, I discovered the right address to the roof. And boy did it smell\nlike a dumpster.\n \n          Oh\nbless me tail and the Lord! I covered me nose and coughed loudly. The foul\nsmells came from rotten food and fruit from the last occupant. And from the\nlooks of it, they didn't like the landlord. What\nis this, Five Points on holiday?!   \n \n          Wheezing and dying, me paws blindly\nsearched the ground for the can. They found old clothes, broken\nwood, a shattered bottle, even a dress torn with blood and booze. I felt\nsomething round eventually, but me eyes barely saw the logo on it to be sure it\nwas right. \n \n          As soon as I pulled outta the\nbuilding, I fixed a smile and perked me ears brightly with my victory.\n\"Alrighty then! Let us play!\" I happilt tossed the can on the street in front\nof me human friend, but James picked it up curiously and suddenly began\nlaughing. \"What is it?\" In response, he showed it to the other fursons and they\nlaughed too. \"What?\"\n \n          James, still giggling like a loon,\ntossed it to me. It read 'Southern Joe's Fresh Olives', and I frowned with\nfolded ears. I was such a dumb wolf.\n \n          James, composing himself with a wry\nsmile, asked, \"Are you sure you don't like olives?\" He and the other two\ngiggled shortly.\n \n          I threw it to the ground at me footpaws.\n\"Shut up and play.\"","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/801315-the-adventures-of-peter-gray-chapter-4-escape.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/812450-the-adventures-of-peter-gray-chapter-6-one-cup-o-whiskey.json"}