Peter's Diapers This story is based on the musical story and the 1998 movie of 'Peter and the Wolf' The 49-year-old Peter had his 28-year-old daughter (Cynthia) and his 10-year-old grandson (Holden) were coming over during the summer vacation. They had a kind of chat with each other, while they had a drink. "Your grandfather has always been an excellent chief," Cynthia told Holden, who kept drinking his drink. "Holden..." Cynthia whispered, "...say something nice to him." At this, Holden said to Peter: "Yes Grandfather, it was very good, delicious.” “Ah," Peter said. "So the trip was worth it? I thought I would never see you again, Peter.” “You have no idea what it's like to be both a mother and a father at the same time," Cynthia said. "Especially with all of his activities; soccer on Monday, martial arts on Tuesday, swimming on Wednesday, basketball on Thursday and music lessons on Friday.” “I learned how to play guitar..." Holden explained to Peter, "...how to compose, how to write lyrics and how to sing, grunt, rap and scream.” “And on Saturday and Sunday..." Cynthia said, "...he has tennis.” “If you miss too many games," Holden explained, "...they'll throw you out of the team.” “Right away," Cynthia said. At this, Peter responded: "I'm already getting tired of hearing such lists, but well. When I was 10, Holden, I did a lot of bad things, which made my Grandfather go upside-down. I can still remember that one time. It happened in the meadow, in front of the house.” “That reminds me to the story you always had to tell me," Cynthia said. "You know, when I was 10.” “What story," Holden asked. Peter thought about that and said: "I think you should tell him, Cynthia. You're his mother, not me.” “Very well then," Cynthia said. Somewhere in Russia, up in the mountains, there was a boy, called Peter. That would be your grandfather, Holden. Anyway, he lived with his Grandfather in the same small house, which was surrounded by a garden and a wall of stone. Behind the other side of the wall, there was a green meadow, with a brown mighty apple tree and a blue pond. The meadow was connected to a dark forest. One day, Peter got back from the future. He had a package of disposable diapers under his arm. Peter: "Well, let's hope that Grandfather doesn't find out." Carefully, he opened the door and went to his bedroom. He put the package in his cupboard and was about to close it, when he heard a cough. He turned around and saw Grandfather, who grinned. Grandfather: "I assume you got that package from your future daughter and your future granddaughter?" Peter: "You can say that, Grandfather. I was actually not supposed to show or tell you." Grandfather: "That's alright. Anyway, let's get you diapered." When he heard that, Peter smiled. He took his clothes off and lay down on his bed. Grandfather got out a diaper, unfolded it, placed it under Peter's butt, brought the diaper up, taped it together and re-dressed Peter. Peter: "Is it okay if I use my diaper for its intended purposes?" Grandfather: "No problem, but you must let me change your diaper afterwards." 30 minutes later, when Grandfather was asleep, Peter sneaked out of the house. He opened the gate and went out into the big green meadow. He climbed into the mighty tree and was greeted by his friend, a little red bird. Peter: "Did you already know about my trip to the future?" Bird: "You bet I do, including the diaper part." They both laughed at this. Of course, it was very peaceful and very quiet. There wasn't even a sparkle on the water of the pond. Then, a duck entered the meadow. She was glad that the gate was still opened, so she waddled to the pond and jumped in it for a nice swim. When the bird saw the duck, it flew out of the tree, sat down in the tall grass and shrugged its shoulders. Bird: "What kind of bird are you? Why, you can't even fly!" Duck: "And what kind of bird are you? Why, you can't even swim!" They argued and argued, while the duck swam around in the pond and the bird hipped up and hopped down. Suddenly, something else caught Peter's attention. It was a black cat, who was sneaking through the grass. Cat: "The bird is very busy with the duck. I'll get a little bit closer and then I'll grab it." Quietly, he crept towards the bird on his fowl paws. Peter: "Look out, the cat is coming!" Right on time, the bird noticed the danger and flew back into the tree. Angrily, the duck quacked towards the cat, but she stayed in the middle of the pond. Carefully, the cat sneaked around the tree, watching at the bird. Cat: "Is it worth it to climb up? If I get there, the bird might've already been flown away. Suddenly, Grandfather came out. He was very disappointed that Peter went into the meadow. Grandfather: "It's far too dangerous out there! When the wolf comes out of the forest, what will you do then?" However, Peter didn't pay attention to Grandfather's words. Boys like Peter aren't afraid of wolves. But well, Grandfather had enough of it. He took Peter out of the tree, took him under his arm, brought him back home and closed the gate, effectively locking it. "Wow..." Holden said, "...my great-great-grandfather was in a very bad mood. Why was he so mean?” “No..." Peter said, "...that wasn't mean. He loved me very much. He just didn't want anything to happen to me.” “But what could happen to the cat..." Holden said, "...the duck and the bird?” “Oh..." Peter said, "...you don't think that they were all alone in the meadow, right? Go on, Cynthia." Suddenly, it became quieter in the meadow. There was a soft rustling in the reed. And at the end of the meadow, at the beginning of the deep dark forest... a big, grey, scary, fat and bad wolf came out of his hideout and left the forest. Quickly, the cat climbed up into the tree. The duck became frightened, started to quack out of excitement, got out of the pond and waddled away, as fast as she could. However, even if she ran that fast, the wolf was faster. He came nearer... nearer... nearer... grabbed her... put her in his mouth... and swallowed her. At this, Peter started to cry and, without noticing it, he pushed 4 logs of dark-brown and soft-hard poop in his diaper. Grandfather held his grandson close to him and took him back inside the house, so he could change Peter's diaper. The bird got back in its nest (which was filled with 6 eggs) and used its wings to wipe its tears away. Even the cat cried a little bit, for losing a 'friend'. Holden: "The wolf swallowed the duck? At once?" Peter: "Well, that's exactly what happened." Cynthia: "But this was just the beginning, because your grandfather's story is now really about to begin." Holden: "Wow, so there is more to come?" Peter: "You can say that, right?" Okay, the story continues. The cat sat on a branch of the tree... and the bird on another... but not too close to the cat... and the wolf sneaking around the tree, while lurking at them, with greedy eyes. Peter, who now wore a clean diaper, saw it all happen. Peter: "I have to do something about it, but what?" Suddenly, he saw a brown and strong rope, which gave him an idea. He grabbed the rope, climbed over the wall and ran over the meadow, but he made sure that the wolf wouldn't see him. He looked at the tree and saw the wolf, so he threw a small rock in the pond. That was a good distraction, because the wolf went to the pond, so Peter could quickly climb up into the tree. Peter: "Listen up, birdie, I want you to fly downstairs and to fly around the wolf's head, but look out." The bird nodded and did as it was told to. With its wings, it almost touched the wolf's head, which angrily snapped at it, from the left to the right. Meanwhile, Peter had made a lasso out of the rope and gave it to the cat, which carefully climbed out of the tree and placed the lasso around the wolf's tail. Then, the cat went back into the tree and helped Peter with pulling up the rope. The wolf felled it and started to pull, too, so he would get free, but thanks to the bird, Peter and the cat knew to get onto the ground and to bind onto the tree. It all worked! The wolf was now captured! "Okay..." Holden said, "...Peter won, but it still remains a sad story, including for the duck." Cynthia said: "Not so fast, Mister Smart." Suddenly, some hunters came out of the forest. When they saw the wolf being captured and hung up onto the tree, they cheered and thanked Peter. Peter: "You're welcome. Now, we must build a cage for the wolf, so we can deliver him to the zoo." The hunters nodded and did as Peter told them to do. After putting the wolf in the cage, the hunters closed it. Now, all of them yelled and cheered out of happiness. Suddenly, Peter saw Grandfather coming up. Grandfather: "You were actually not supposed to be in the meadow, but it was a good idea to capture the wolf. Let's go and deliver him at the zoo." Together, they marched away. Peter on front, very proud... behind him the hunters and the cage with the wolf... and at the end of the march... Grandfather with the cat. Above them flew the bird, together with her 6 children. Also, Peter held the duck in his arms, because, when the hunters came out, the wolf has become frightened and burped her out of his stomach. Of course, the duck was very happy that this adventure now came to an end and she hoped that she would never re-live it ever again. "Wow mom..." Holden said, "...that's an amazing story, but what happened to grandfather's remaining diapers?" Cynthia said: "After capturing the wolf, your grandfather duplicated the diapers and send the original ones to me in the future." Peter said: "And she took them with her, so you can wear and use them as well, if you want to." Of course, Holden nodded. After putting a diaper on him, Cynthia re- dressed Holden. "Your grandfather and I will no unpack the rest of our stuff," Cynthia told Holden. "Maybe you can take a look in the mirror, so you can see yourself wearing your diaper." First, Holden couldn't believe what he saw, but then, he smiled out of happiness. When the door to the bedroom closed, the front door opened and of course, the black cat, the duck and the little red bird (including its 6 children) came into the living room. Holden sat down on the couch and placed the cat and the duck next him, while the 7 birdies sat down on his shoulder and the top of the couch. "This is the best day of my life," Holden thought, while he pushed 4 lugs of dark-brown and soft-hard poop in his diaper, without noticing it. The animals did notice, but they were used to it and pretended that they didn't notice. From that moment on, they all lived happily ever after in the small house, up in the mountains.