The one Sweet Pickles book we have from the 26-book anthropomorphic series happens to highlight the family trait that I'd most like to shed--and I'm not talking about the tusks, the mustache, or the zaftig figure.

All of life's a balancing act, and just as my lumpy friend frets over riding a bike:

"An awful lot can go wrong. You have to steer and pedal and balance. You have to look out in front of you and on both sides and make sure no one is behind you...and not go too fast...and use your brakes."

"And you can still crash and bump and fall and slip and slide and get hurt!"

Positive Pig interrupts Walrus's downward spiral into risk identification to point out the beautiful day, the shining sun, the blooming flowers, and all the fun to be had!

So, he gets up on that bicycle, and wouldn't you know it?

He collides with the very tree he was worried about!

But then he stands up unscathed--without the ambulance or the traffic jam or the helicopter or the rope snapping or the tugboat going in the wrong direction or the rain storm or his shoes going splish, splosh, splish.

All's well that ends well.

Still, anyone want to trade my Very Worried Walrus for their Goof-Off Goose or Zany Zebra?