The Gun

"You're much better than Carroll because the food here is delicious." Pouting, I tried to snatch the plate from Peter but almost fell on the table. "Alas, what a fool!" Peter stretched his hand to help me up. "Be quick. We have a place to go after you're full." "Where are we going? Are your fruits ripe?" I took the plate from Peter while my gaze fell on the trees not far away. Peter snapped his fingers. "Do you have nothing in your mind apart from food? I have a new shooting gallery. Let's have fun there." "Biubiu?" I made a pistol with my hands and asked curiously, "The shooting game in an amusement park?" "What game? We use live ammunition!" Peter stuffed one spoonful of lobster into my mouth. "Don't talk. Eat on. A chat with you will ruin my mood." "Why did you invite me over?" With food in my mouth, I couldn't articulate, but Peter still heard me. Looking at the swan swimming in the lake, Peter murmured, "I saw the past self in you sometimes. I was content, easily trusted others, a