Mysteries
Louie had some questions. Though, he was always the type to stay quiet, so he wouldn't bother anyone in his family. This act specifically applied to his brothers. He didn't want to bring them down, and he didn't want to make them upset. He was definitely one to try, and solve problems on his own without any help, which was definitely a thing he has in common with his great uncle. Infact, his whole family could be stubborn like that at certain times. He had a frown on his face and his hands stuffed into his pockets.
The duckling walked into the room that had belong to him, and his brothers. He didn't even realize his older brother in his Dewey Dew-night set. He was too lost in his own thoughts, and mind to pay attention to all of his surroundings.
Louie had mental illnesses. He had this one called depression. It would always get him down at random times, and he wouldn't know what to do. He would always ask Scrooge or Donald for help, but this time, he had just wished to lie down in his bed, his eyes staring at either the wall or the ceiling to figure out what to do about his depressive emotions. He became a bit alarmed when he felt someone sit down on the edge of his bunk bed. He sat up a little bit, propping himself up on his elbows to look, and see who was there. It was none other than Dewey, his older brother.
"Dewey? When did you get in here?"
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