It was King Mickey's Birthday. A time for celebrating. Yet Donald wasn't
in the joyous mood. He was wallowing, in a pool of misery.
He had overheard Daisy after he had 'supposedly' left. For he was hiding behind one of the pillars outside the courtyard, eavesdropping. Trying to find an explanation for Daisy's bizarre behaviour. And finding it.
"Oh Daisy," he whispered to himself. "Nothing I'll do will ever impress you." And so he sat solemnly on a bench in the Palace Gardens.
Silence rang throughout the night, as he was in the deepest part of the gardens, far away from the party.
Suddenly a tinkle of bells broke the noiseless barrier. Donald got up and began to investigate the source of the sound.
After searching for many minutes, he saw a glimmer of light stream out from behind a clump of trees. He pulled back the branches and peered into the alcove. Sitting on a tree stump, was a shadowy lumpy figure, emitting a shower of fairy dust.
"Tinker Bell," Donald realized, even though she was in a considerably different form.
Although there was a long - standing hatred between the two, Donald felt obliged to sit beside her. He knew what she was feeling. Her tears said it all. For he was feeling it too. The feeling of rejection.
So the two of them sat side by side, not making a sound, yet being comforted by each other's presence. As the Palace clock struck twelve an amazing transformation occurred. The lumpy figure turned into a bright light glowing in the night. Yet the two continued to sit side by side and embraced, not in a romantic manner, but in an understanding manner, as they watched the birthday fireworks erupt and shimmer thorough the night sky.
He had overheard Daisy after he had 'supposedly' left. For he was hiding behind one of the pillars outside the courtyard, eavesdropping. Trying to find an explanation for Daisy's bizarre behaviour. And finding it.
"Oh Daisy," he whispered to himself. "Nothing I'll do will ever impress you." And so he sat solemnly on a bench in the Palace Gardens.
Silence rang throughout the night, as he was in the deepest part of the gardens, far away from the party.
Suddenly a tinkle of bells broke the noiseless barrier. Donald got up and began to investigate the source of the sound.
After searching for many minutes, he saw a glimmer of light stream out from behind a clump of trees. He pulled back the branches and peered into the alcove. Sitting on a tree stump, was a shadowy lumpy figure, emitting a shower of fairy dust.
"Tinker Bell," Donald realized, even though she was in a considerably different form.
Although there was a long - standing hatred between the two, Donald felt obliged to sit beside her. He knew what she was feeling. Her tears said it all. For he was feeling it too. The feeling of rejection.
So the two of them sat side by side, not making a sound, yet being comforted by each other's presence. As the Palace clock struck twelve an amazing transformation occurred. The lumpy figure turned into a bright light glowing in the night. Yet the two continued to sit side by side and embraced, not in a romantic manner, but in an understanding manner, as they watched the birthday fireworks erupt and shimmer thorough the night sky.
