Donald Duck sat on a bench, watching the world go by with a content smile. He wore his usual sailor suit, a symbol of his cheerful personality. Nearby, a group of kids played catch, their giggles ringing through the air. "What a perfect day," he muttered to himself, feeling the warmth of the sun on his feathers.

Donald Duck jumped to his feet, his eyes narrowing at the sight. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, hurrying over to help clean up. The wind had caused quite a stir, and he knew he had to act quickly. As he bent down to pick up a particularly stubborn piece of paper, he stubbed his toe on the bin's edge. "Why you little...!" he started, his temper beginning to flare.

Daisy Duck approached with a smile, her eyes full of understanding. "Need a hand, Donald?" she asked, bending down to help him. Donald nodded, grateful for her presence. But as he reached for another piece of trash, the lid of the bin slammed shut on his fingers. "Fiddlesticks!" he yelled, barely catching himself in time.

Donald sighed, relieved to see the park restored to its former glory. "Thanks, Daisy," he said, rubbing his sore fingers. "No problem, Donald. Just watch that temper of yours," Daisy replied with a teasing smile. They both laughed, the tension melting away as the park returned to its peaceful state.

Donald leaned back, feeling the calm settle over him. "I guess I should be more careful with my words," he mused, glancing at Daisy. She nodded, her eyes twinkling in the fading light. "It's all part of your charm, Donald," she replied warmly. They sat in comfortable silence, the day's events already fading into a humorous memory.