The Circle of Life
Donald didn’t like his friends. He didn’t really have any, but he didn’t like them anyway. Donald’s friends were mean to him. They wouldn’t let him do what he wanted.
What Donald wanted to do was get rid of his friends. He wanted them out of his life. Donald wanted new friends, friends who wouldn’t be mean to him, friends who would let him do what he wanted. Donald was always getting rid of his mean friends, and looking for new friends. He didn’t know why it kept happening to him.
Donald always found new friends, too, friends who wanted to be friends with Donald. Everybody wanted to be Donald’s friend, because Donald had the best toys, and everyone wanted to play with them. But Donald didn’t like how his friends played with his toys, and then Donald’s friends would be mean to him, they wouldn’t let him do what he wanted, and then Donald would have to find new friends again.
All Donald wanted to do was anything he wanted. He wanted to show his toys to his friends, and then he wanted his friends to tell him what nice toys they were, and then he wanted to tell them that his toys were better than theirs, and then he wanted to tell them how to play with his toys, and then he wanted to watch them doing it. But they would never do that, they would never play with Donald’s toys the way he wanted them to. His friends would play with Donald’s toys the way they wanted to, and then Donald would tell them not to, and then his friends would be mean to him, and then they weren’t his friends any more.
This bothered Donald. It bothered Donald that his friends kept being mean to him, no matter what he told them to do. It bothered Donald that his friends wouldn’t let him do anything he wanted. It bothered Donald that he couldn’t be happy.
And then Donald realized what the problem was: The problem was with his friends. The problem was that they were mean to him. The problem was that they wouldn’t let him do what they wanted. And then Donald knew what to do.
What Donald decided to do, in the end, was get rid of his mean friends and find new ones, friends who would admire his toys, play with them the way he wanted them to, and let him do what we wanted. Donald knew that this would work, that this would make him happy. He was certain of this. It had always worked before.