Peter the pie loved being a pie. The smell, the sights, and the feeling he got inside himself whenever he looked in the mirror and saw his glorious pie self was a sight to behold. Being born a pie was his destiny. He knew that, and he knew that he had to start his own pie band. From the moment he was fully formed a pie he knew that this was the life for him. Peter was no ordinary pie, he was a very special pie with loads of watermelon and rabbits inside of him. And his pastry, soft yet pure, was specially made by a thousand chefs workings 24 hours a day. Peter was the best watermelon rabbit pie in the country. He won numerous awards and did a tour of this nation, stopping to sign autographs and taking time out to read to the blind. But he never forgot that he was put on to this earth to start a pie musical group that would play all around the country. The band would be called 3.14 and they would play some hit songs, get tired of touring, fight a lot, make some studio albums, then disband once it becomes clear that the pies want different things out of their musical careers.
However, one day that all changed. Peter was sitting in his normal spot when this big human face started to look at him oddly. Peter was not sure what was happening, and he got very confused as the hands of the human grabbed Peter. Peter was being kidnapped. He could see all these blurry images around him as the human ran out of the front door and went to the garbage bin. This scared Peter, it scared him a lot. He had heard tales about this bin, where pies who are too old get sent to. Apparently rats eat the pies in the garbage bin, and the smell is so awful that you pray to yourself that the rats will eat you quickly.
The human walked towards the garbage bin, opened the green lid, and chucked Peter in. Peter screamed, but no one could hear him, as he landed on the huge pile of rubbish in the bin. Garbage bags brimming to breaking point, empty take away containers with still half the food left over, cigars from cuba, watermelon skin, and much more made this garbage bin very smelly for Peter. The stench was overpowering. It consumed him, he was going to suffer like this for eternity, some sort of hell on earth. But why should he have to suffer? He had been a good pie, he did not deserve to go like this.
Suddenly he heard a noise. A big grey rat appeared from beneath the watermelon skins and looked over at Peter with a curious look. Peter was scared, but he knew that getting eaten by a rat was far better then suffering this awful smell. The rat came closer to Pet until he started to walk on him. Then he took a small nibble out of him, then another nibble, and another nibble. Then another rat joined the other rat, and another rat joined, sand another, and another, all came together out from underneath the piles of garbage that Peter was sitting on and soon there were hundreds of rats slowly eating away at Peter. Peter loved this, he loved being eaten, for he knew that this was relief, relief from the smell that would have haunted his dreams and nightmares for the rest of his life. The rats continued to eat Peter, until Peter was no more.