It was a calm Autumn day in Duckberg, add in the cool Fall breeze blowing in from the ocean, the calm songs of the birds in the trees, and the change of the leaf color, and it made the day stand out from the others. Dewey and Webby thought this would be a perfect day for some quallity time to come up with some theories about what happened to Della Duck (The triplets' mother, for all those who didn't know).
The two decided to go out to the park when no one noticed. The first thing they did was go to the swingset and swing on the swings. (Say that five times fast!)
"So," Webby asked, flying back and forth through the air on the swing next to Dewey. "What do we know about your mom?"
"She took something called 'The Spear of Salene' and betrayed my uncles," Dewey replied, sounding awfully stressed. "I don't know why she would do such a thing, but I don't think she is a bad person!" He suddenly slammed his feet to the ground, but he was going so fast, he couldn't control himself, so inertia took over, and he flew out of the swing and hit his head on a pile of woodchips, and some of them stabbed into his forehead.
"Oh gosh Dewey!" Webby screamed as she ran over to the blue shirted duckling, who's face was only slightly bleeding.
He then replied, struggling a bit to get up, "I'm alright Webs, just a few papercuts." He then tried to get up, but his knee was penetrated by a woodchip, and he just fell back down to the ground yelling in pain. Shortly afterward, they heard what sounded like crying from a distance.
"Do you hear that?" Webby asked Dewey.
"Hear what?" Dewey asked in return.
"That sound. I can't tell if it's laughing or crying."
"It may be one of Uncle Scrooge's sworn enemies trying to trick us. Be cautious, Webby."
The two crept up to where the sound was coming from, and it turned out to be coming from, of all places, under the equipment itsself. The noise was coming from a young duckling that was WAY younger than Dewey, Webby and the other triplets. The duckling looked small enough to be a toddler. The natural thing to do was to go up and greet him.
"Hi, I'm Webby!" Webby said in her usual greeting tone. "This is my friend Dewey."
The child replied between sobs, "I can't remember my name. My mommy didn't like me, so I don't think she ever gave me one." The two were in shock when they heard this. The toddler they were looking at was not only left for dead at the park, a place where no one could tell if he were lost or just playing with all his friends, but he was also presumably abused!
"Can you tell us more about your mom?" Dewey asked in a friendly tone.
The kid responded with a very heartbreaking story.
"I can't remember my birthday, but I know that my "mommy" isn't my real mommy. My real mommy gave me away when I was two. Ever since then, my fake mommy and daddy were hitting me and hurting me. One time, I remember my fake parents fighting and screaming and throwing the chairs around at each other. One of them hit me, and it still hurts when you touch it." He lifted up his shirt and showing the two older ducklings.
There, smack dab right where his heart is, was a huge bruise that looked like he got hit by a car! The young one slowly poked his injury and started coughing. "I can't breathe when I touch it..." he said to them. The two ducklings started to well up with tears, and the young duckling, the smart one he was, despite his age, noticed the tears in their eyes.
"Are you ok?" he asked them, wiping his own tears.
Dewey and Webby lost all control of their emotions at that point and started hugging the poor young one, bawling their eyes out. The child joined in on the hug, crying along with them.
A few minutes later, they finally broke from the hug. "You don't need to say anymore," Dewey said, his voice completely shattered.
Webby then replied, her voice trembling as well, "You can come with us if you'd like!"
The child then said to them, "You actually want to take me home with you? To love you? Whatever that means?"
Webby's heart completely shattered at this. "Dewey, he doesn't know what love is! We NEED to take him home!"
"What will the others say?"
"Does it matter? We need to take care of him! Only God knows how long he's been out here without food or water! He's dying, Dewey!" she started crying again, hugging only the young one this time.
After one minute of sobbing from Webby and the kid, he finally said, "Ok fine, we can keep him! But no one else can know about this!"
The kid ran up to Dewey, hugging him. "Thank you so much, Daddy!" he exclaimed, not knowing what he just said.
Webby giggled at this, while Dewey rolled his eyes with a slight smirk on his face.