Donald was looking forward to playing with his friends.
He had been waiting on the bench for a long time. All by himself.
Except he wasn’t alone. Not completely.
A tiny blue something appeared next to him. It had the fluffiest fur Donald had ever seen.
“What are you?” asked Donald.
“I’m a feeling,” replied the fuzzy little creature, “a Little Blue.” It slid closer so that Donald could ruffle its fur. Donald reached out a hand. The Little Blue’s fur was very soft.
Just then, the oddest sensation came over him…
His eyes start to prickle.
His throat went scratchy.
His bottom lip wobbled.
Dorothy arrived. (Finally).
“What’s up?” she asked. “You look sad.”
“I’ve got this feeling,” said Donald, “a Little Blue.”
“Do you want to hear a joke?”
But Donald shook his head. He wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Instead, he gave the little furry creature a squeeze. The little furry creature squeezed him back, gripping him tightly with its sticky paws.
Donald flinched.
Two seconds later, a ball bounced over to him.
“What’s up with you?” Mo asked, walking his way.
“I’ve got this feeling,” said Donald, “a Little Blue.”
“Do you want to have a kickabout?”
No, Donald didn’t feel like it. He then tried to let go of the little furry creature, but it held on fiercely.
“What about playing spaceships?”
“Or swinging from the high ropes?”
“Or splashing in some puddles?”
Donald shook his head. He didn’t feel like doing anything right now.
He felt as though he would never be happy again.
“Let me go!” he told the feeling. “You make my heart hurt.”
The little creature shrugged. “It happens.”
“But I don’t like it,”…