One fine winter’s day when Piglet was brushing away the snow in front of his house, he happened to look up, and there was Winnie-the-Pooh. Pooh was walking round and round in a circle, thinking of something else, and when Piglet called to him, he just went on walking.
“Hallo!” said Piglet, “what are you doing?”
“Hunting,” said Pooh.
“Tracking something,” said Winnie-the-Pooh very mysteriously.
“Tracking what?” said Piglet, coming closer.
“That’s just what I ask myself. I ask myself, What?”
I take the back road
nahaiwrimo — ice
excerpt from “Winnie-the-Pooh,” “In Which Pooh and Piglet Go Hunting and Nearly Catch a Woozle”
2 thoughts on “976”
It might be a woozle.
or a whole stack of nahaiwrimo prompts…
(I’m trying my best to catch them!)