If this is your first time here, be sure to subscribe to my channel and don't forget, click that bell. Also, I can't wait to read this story with you friends. Are you ready? Let's go! Hey, missy! Please help me! Hello friends, let's go! Wimbledew worried about everything. Big things? I just want to make sure you were still here. Little things and things in between. Mama, what if I shrink? Wimbledew worried in the morning. She worried at night. And she worried throughout the day. You worried too much, said her mother. When you worried, I worried, said her father. Worry, worry, worry, said her grandmother. Too much worry. At home, Wimbledew worried about the tree in the front yard. What if it falls on our house? And the crack in the living room wall? What if it gets bigger and something comes out of it? And the noise the radiators made. What if there's a snake inside? At the playground, Wimbledew worried about the chains on the swings. And the bolts on the slide. And the bars on the jungle gym. Too rusty, too loose, too high. And always, she worried about her doll, pedal. Should it pedal have a car seat, too? Pedal slots forever. I found her, sweetie. I'll wait for you, pedal. Don't worry, said her mother. Don't worry, said her father. But Wimbledew worried. And worried, and worried. When Wimbledew was especially worried, she rubbed pedal's ears. Wimbledew worried that if she didn't stop worrying, pedal would have no ears left, at all. On her birthday, Wimbledew worried that no one would come to her party. See, said her mother, there was nothing to worry about. But then, Wimbledew worried that there wouldn't be enough cake. On Halloween, Wimbledew worried that there would be too many butterflies in the neighborhood parade. See, said her father, there was nothing to worry about. But then, Wimbledew worried because she was the only one. You worried too much, said her mother. When you worry, I worry, said her father. Worry, worry, worry, said her grandmother. Too much worry. Soon, Wimbledew had a new worry, school. Wimbledew worried about the start of school more than anything she had ever worried about before. By the time the first day arrived, Wimbledew had a long list of worries. What if no one else has spots? What if no one else wear stripes? What if no one else brings a doll? What if the teacher is mean? What if the room smells bad? What if they make fun of my name? What if I can't find the bathroom? What if I hate the snack? What if I have to cry? Don't worry, said her mother. Don't worry, said her father. But Wimbledew worried. She worried and worried and worried. She worried all the way there. Have fun! While Wimbledew's parents talk to the teacher, Mrs. Peachum Wimbledew looked around the room. Then Mrs. Peachum said, Wimbledew, there is someone I think you should meet. Her name was Jewel. She was standing by herself. She was wearing stripes. She was holding a doll. At first, Wimbledew and Jewel just peaked at each other. This is Pettle, said Wimbledew. This is Nibblet, said Jewel. Pettle waved. Nibblet waved back. Hi, said Pettle. Hi, said Nibblet. I rub her ears, said Wimbledew. I rub her nose, said Jewel. Throughout the morning, Wimbledew and Jewel sat side by side and played together whenever they could. Pettle and Nibblet sat side by side too. Wimbledew worried, but no more than usual, and sometimes even less. Before Wimbledew knew it, it was time to go home. Come back tomorrow, call Mrs. Peachum, as the students walked out the door. Wimbledew turned and smiled and waved. I will, she said. Don't worry. Pettle and Nibblet sat side by side.