Timid Timothy

Danger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. Say, have you ever known a fellow that had two left feet, or two left hands, or ten thumbs? No, I don't mean that anybody actually has a peculiarity like this, but there is a certain type of person who never seems able to do anything right.

It's really a terrible handicap, although it can be overcome. Let's drop over to Ranger Headquarters. There's a young fella there who fits right into this category, and we'll call this story timid Timothy Boy talk about the luck of the Irish. I must have been born at the wrong time Everything I do is wrong then I mean everything

Perhaps it just seems that way Tim Ever trying to analyze why you're not successful at things sure lots of times times, and always come out with the same answer. Timothy Sullivan, you're just a flop, a fiasco, and a failure from the word… Hey, hold up there ya raven maverick! Keep calling yourself all those names you'll end up thinking you know good at all. The world ain't painted

black all over you know. Well, if you don't mind, I'll disagree Stumpy. It's painted black wherever I set my miserable feet. Ah, Tim, don't be so pessimistic. Suppose you and I sit down together sometime soon and make an analysis of your efforts.

Why are they failed? Bill, that's an invitation I won't refuse. You let me know the time and place and I'll be there. OK, Tim. How about a week from tonight at my house? Well, that'll be swell.