Chapter 7
A Moment of Doubt
Discouraged by a setback or a particularly difficult challenge, the cubs begin to doubt their abilities. They wonder if they are too young or too clumsy to save Willow Creek. Their optimism wavers.
The air in Willow Creek had gone from fizzy lemonade to flat, lukewarm water. Even the usually cheerful cobblestones seemed to sigh under our paws. Russo and I sat by the creek, or what used to be a creek. Now it was more of a murky puddle, its sparkle completely gone. The little fish that used to do loop-de-loops were just… floating. Sadly.
“It’s just not fair, Russo,” I mumbled, kicking a dull grey pebble. It didn’t even bounce. It just sort of… stopped. “Everything’s so… blah.”
Russo sighed, a sound that was usually followed by a sneeze that could send a flock of startled pixies scattering. But today, his sneeze was just a little puff of air, like he’d forgotten how to be properly sneeze-y. “I know, Blue. I tried to make a daisy turn bright yellow this morning. It just… wilted a little more.”
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