As the days go by, Wilfred is beginning to find out who he is. Depression and low self-esteem haunted his poor brain for days. He was a nobody. He didn't have very many finished rows and the ribbing made his colors blur. *sigh* Life was sad. Life was hard. Wilfred was definitely coming to the end of himself. Suddenly one day he realized how long he was getting. The ribbing at the beginning was over, and a complicated pattern of sky blue, grass green, and sunshine yellow was taking shape over a backdrop of creamy white. He was becoming beautiful. Although it was pouring rain outside of his window, Wilfred's day was brightened. He canceled his psychologist appointment and was happy once more.