Twitchly Fidget won't shampoo, eat his cereal, or put on his sneakers. He won't even go to a parade (what if he got sucked up into a trombone?) or a marshmallow roast (might he get stuck?) or a Fourth of February party (would he be buried in confetti?). In Twitchly's imagination, each opportunity poses the threat of disaster. So he just sits alone in his dreary, windowless, doorless hut and waits for his fears to be realized. Then one day something does happen: Twitchly's Aunt Bridget Fidget drops in for a visit, and she can see right away that Twitchly needs a fixin'. But will Aunt Bridget be able to persuade Twitchly to confront his fears?