Piglet lay there, wondering what had happened. At first he thought that the whole world had blown up; and then he thought that perhaps only the Forest part of it had; and then he thought that perhaps only he had, and he was now alone in the moon or somewhere, and would never see Christopher Robin or Pooh or Eeyore again. And then he thought, “Well, even if I’m in the moon, I needn’t be face downwards all the time,” so he got cautiously up and looked about him.
He was still in the Forest!
cold winter day
I hear her voice in this
empty room
nahaiwrimo — grief
excerpt from “Winnie-the-Pooh,” “In Which Eeyore Has a Birthday and Gets Two Presents“
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