Stuck between a rock...

... and a not very soft place. 

Donald loved this rock. His childhood friend. Whenever he was going through a rough patch, he'd come down to this place and hug his special rock. It had never let him down. It had always been there. It had always been a rock for him.



Except at high tide. For Donald never learned how to swim.



Life can be a bitch at times.



Well, at high tide anyway.