Pooh to Piglet
By Philip Wardlow
“Why do you suppose we are such good friends Piglet?” asked Pooh as they walked down the road together.
“Because we have been on such great adventures together?” asked Piglet
“Yes, and they were all very frightening but wonderful adventures to say the least, but it’s more than that I think.” Pooh said very seriously as if in deep thought.
“Well, maybe it’s because we look at the world together and agree about what we see.” said Piglet.
“That is true but we don’t see eye to eye on everything. You often think my pursuit and love of honey gets out of hand at times while I think it can never be enough.” Pooh smiled and patted his nice round belly absently as he said this.
“Hmmm…you have a point Pooh, there are times in your dreaming and your wonderings where I have come close to my wits end with you.” Piglet bemoaned to himself as he kicked a small pebble out of Pooh’s path as they walked.
“Yet still we are friends, in all these hundred acre woods we found each other and continue on.” Pooh mused to himself as he walked the road with Piglet.
“Why do you ask anyway Pooh?” Piglet turned to Pooh looking worried.
“Oh just a butterfly of a thought in my brain I get sometimes when I realize how lucky I am.” Pooh said smiling again.
“Oh.” Piglet said and smiled with him as they continued their walk down the road as he took Pooh’s hand in his.