Lonely
Louie was heartbroken. He had no one to play with him. Dewey claimed he was "too much of a crybaby" and Huey... well, he prefered playing with Dewey because he loved climbing and exploring.
He walked over the houseboat, breaking down crying in his bed.
"Why is everyone so mean to me? Why does nobody play with me? It's not fair", he whined.
He continued crying.
Eventually, he heard the door knocking.
"Come in whoever you are and mock me", he whimpered.
It was Donald, who felt pity for his youngest nephew.
"Louie, what's wrong?", Donald asked calmly.
Louie turned to his uncle. "Nobody w-wants to play with me. (sniff) Can you play with me?", he cried.
"Sure I can and I will", Donald said with a warm smile.
"Thank you Uncle Donald. (sniff) I love you", Louie whimpered.
"You're welcome, Louie. I love you too." Donald stroke Louie's hair.
Louie tearfully smilled.
Donald hugged him.
He was busy from time to time, but never too busy to play with his nephews.
