King Doodle Bum's Giggle Garden
by
Patches the Story Dog
A story about Anxiety
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King Doodle Bum woke up in his tiny castle. The sun was warm. The birds sang soft songs. But something felt funny. There was a wiggly feeling in his tummy.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. The feeling would not stop. "What is this?" said King Doodle Bum. He did not know what tomorrow would bring. And that felt big. And scary.
"I know!" said King Doodle Bum. "Chocolate will help!" He ate one chocolate. He ate two chocolates. He ate three chocolates! Yum, yum, yum. But the wiggly feeling was still there.
"I know!" said King Doodle Bum. "I will run and run!" He ran up a lavender hill. He ran down a peach hill. He ran around a mint green hill! But the wiggly feeling was still there.
King Doodle Bum sat down in the garden. The big flowers swayed slow, slow, slow. But the wiggly feeling wiggled and wiggled. He felt very small.
Then along came Blossom Sprout! She was watering her flowers. Splash, splash, splash. She looked at King Doodle Bum. "You look a little sad," she said softly. "Can you tell me about it?"
King Doodle Bum took a big breath. "I have a wiggly feeling in my tummy," he said. "I do not know what tomorrow will bring. And that feels big and scary." It felt good to say it out loud.
Blossom Sprout sat down next to him. "I get that feeling too," she said. "When I plant my seeds, I do not know if they will grow. Will they be big? Will they be small? I do not know. And that feels wiggly."
"You feel it too?" said King Doodle Bum. "Yes," said Blossom Sprout. "Everyone feels it sometimes. It has a name. It is called worry. And it is okay to feel it."
"You do not have to make it go away," said Blossom Sprout. "Let's just sit with it. Breathe in slow... and breathe out slow." They breathed in together. And out together. In... and out. Nice and slow.
The wiggly feeling did not go all the way away. And that was okay. King Doodle Bum had said his worry out loud. He had a friend right next to him. He was not alone. That helped a lot.
They looked up at the big, wide sky together. Tomorrow was still a mystery. But right now, the garden was warm. The flowers swayed slow. And two friends sat side by side — a little braver than before.