This story is a recollection of a Thanksgiving adventure of Peter and a neighborhood friend Joey -- both 8 years old. Pete's sister Pat recalls:
With Thanksgiving a few days away, Nettie had to start preparing for the feast. She asked Pete & his friend Joey to run down to the store to pick up a 25-lb frozen turkey; it needed time to thaw with Thanksgiving only days away.
So the two 8 yr old boys sauntered to the store 4 blocks away & picked out a good one. Joey, being probably half the height and heft of Pete, had a bit of a problem trying to hold up his end of the paper shopping bag on the way home, and of course the bag ripped.
Then they tried carrying it in their arms together, but it was too cold to handle so after a couple of steps it dropped on the ground.
Next they each took an end of the plastic mesh covering to try to carry it that way; but with their unequal heights, Joey ended up with most of the turkey weight falling on him. After another block, Joey needed to sit down.
It was the last block to home when we saw Pete pulling the frozen turkey by its mesh cover along the concrete sidewalk with the tired & worn-out Joey riding on top of the turkey.
I don't have to tell you what Nettie said to Pete when he got home with a dirt covered bird, but the rest of us thought Pete's story was hysterical.
That's Peter, Always the Considerate, Kind, Ironman in Training.