**“Pooh,” said Piglet softly, as they sat beneath a sky that had begun to collect its stars, “do you think we’ll always be like this—just you and me, and the trees, and the wind, and the quiet?”

Pooh thought for a very long time, as he often did when the question was bigger than his thinking usually allowed. Then he said, “I think so, Piglet. Because even if the trees grow taller, and the paths change their shapes, and even if one day you’re here and I’m there, or I’m here and you’re somewhere else entirely — I shall still remember how your hand felt in mine when we were small, and how your voice made the woods feel like home.”

Piglet didn’t say anything at all, because sometimes the best kind of quiet is the kind that sits beside you and holds your thoughts gently.

And they stayed that way, the two of them — not needing to speak, not needing to move, just knowing that in all the wide world, they would always be each other’s favourite place to be.”**

"Just don’t forget, Pooh Bear—some things change, but the best things, like you and me, never do."

 

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to me

Pooh (holding out a wrinkled piece of paper):
"Christopher Robin, I have a Very Important Question. It came to me just after breakfast, which is a very good time for important things to arrive."

Christopher Robin (smiling):
"And what question is that, Pooh?"

Pooh (looking quite serious):
"It says here—on this piece of paper I wrote—that I was wondering: If you are growing up, and I am not, will we still be best friends even if you are too tall for bear-hugs?"

Christopher Robin (resting his chin in his hand thoughtfully):
"Oh, Pooh. Growing up doesn’t mean growing away. It just means I’ll have longer legs and maybe bigger shoes, but my heart will always be the same size where you live inside it."

Pooh (relieved):
"Oh good. Because I was worried that one day you might forget the way back to the Hundred Acre Wood."

Christopher Robin:
"I might not always be here every day, Pooh... but I promise that part of me will always be waiting with you under our favorite tree. And if ever you feel lonely, just close your eyes and remember how we used to laugh—and I’ll be right there."

Pooh (nodding slowly):
"I shall do that. Especially after lunch. That's a very good remembering time."

Christopher Robin (leaning down and giving Pooh a soft pat on the head):
"Just don’t forget, Pooh Bear—some things change, but the best things, like you and me, never do."

Pooh (murmuring as he walked away, holding the paper carefully):
“I shall make a note of that too… right next to ‘remember where the honey is.’”

 In the quiet of the evening, when the world had slowed and the stars began to twinkle above, Pooh sat with something most precious cradled gently in his paws—a glowing heart, warm and full of love. It wasn’t something he found, or something he bought. It was something he carried with him all along. A heart that remembered every kind word, every gentle hug, every moment of laughter shared with friends.

As he looked down at the soft light, his face lit with a smile—not the kind that comes from honey or silly games, but the kind that comes from knowing you are loved... and that you love in return.

“Sometimes,” Pooh whispered, “you don’t need to go far to find something wonderful. Sometimes, it’s right there in your own heart... glowing, waiting, reminding you that you matter, and that kindness makes the world a little brighter.”

And so, in that quiet, magical moment, Pooh sat still with the warmth of love between his paws and a gentle thought blooming in his mind:
“The best kind of light… is the one that comes from within.”

 

Pooh:

“It’s very quiet tonight.”

Eeyore:
“Too quiet. Nights like these make my thoughts louder.”

Pooh:
“What are your thoughts saying, Eeyore?”

Eeyore:
“Same things they always say. That I’m not enough. That I’m too gloomy for anyone to really want around. That I’m just... extra weight on everyone else’s happiness.”

Pooh: (softly, sitting beside him)
“I don’t think you’re extra anything. I think you’re exactly who you’re meant to be.”

Eeyore:
“That’s easy for you to say, Pooh. You’re always cheerful. Everyone likes cheerful.”

Pooh: (looking at the moon)
“But even the brightest stars only shine because of the darkness around them. And I think... I think the world needs a little of both.”

Eeyore:
“I try to be better, but some days I just feel stuck. Like the sadness is stitched into my seams.”

Pooh: (gently smiling)
“Then let me sit with you while you’re stitched. I don’t need you to change, Eeyore. I just want you to know I’m here. Whether you’re gloomy, tired, or quiet — I’m still your friend.”

Eeyore: (blinking slowly)
“You really mean that?”

Pooh:
“Of course. Love isn’t about sunshine all the time. It’s about staying, even when the skies are cloudy.”

Eeyore: (a faint smile touches his face)
“Thank you, Pooh. Sometimes I forget what it feels like... to just be accepted.”

Pooh: (offering a honey jar from the stump)
“Then let’s remember together. I brought honey, and we have the moon. That sounds like a good place to begin again.”

Eeyore:
“It does, doesn’t it? Maybe... maybe this night isn’t so quiet after all.”

Costly Journey

 

As long as I’m walking with you, ... I think I’ll be all right

 Piglet: 

Pooh?

Pooh: 

 

Hmm?

Piglet:
Do you ever wonder if we’re doing things right?

Pooh:
Doing what right, Piglet?

Piglet:
You know… life. Days. Friendship. All the in-between bits.

Pooh:
Oh. Hmm. I suppose I don’t wonder about it very much. I just sort of… do it. Like eating honey. Or sitting in a sunny spot. Or walking with you.

Piglet:
But what if we’re missing something? Something important?

Pooh:
I think… if we were missing something important, we’d feel a bit hollow inside. Like when you finish your jar of honey and forget you already finished it.

Piglet:
Oh yes. I do know that feeling. It’s a very empty sort of full.

Pooh:
Exactly. But I don’t feel like that now. Do you?

Piglet:
No. No, I feel quite full. Not from honey. Just… from being here. With you.

Pooh:
That’s a good kind of full, Piglet. One you can’t find in a jar.

Piglet:
Pooh?

Pooh:
Yes?

Piglet:
Do you think we’ll always have this? These walks? These talks?

Pooh:
Well, I don’t know about always. Always is quite a long time. But I do know we have now. And now is very good.

Piglet:
I like now very much.

Pooh:
So do I.

They pause and watch a leaf float gently to the ground.

Piglet:
Sometimes I get scared, Pooh. Of change. Of things not staying the same.

Pooh:
I get scared too, sometimes. Like when I reach the bottom of a honey pot and there’s no more in the cupboard. But then, somehow, there’s always another jar. Or someone to help find one.

Piglet:
You mean like me?

Pooh:
Exactly like you.

Piglet:
Pooh?

Pooh:
Yes, Piglet?

Piglet:
If ever I’m not brave, can I borrow some of your brave?

Pooh:
You can have all of it, Piglet. I think you keep some of it for me already, anyway.

Piglet:
Thank you, Pooh.

Pooh:
Thank you, Piglet. For walking with me, even when we don’t know exactly where the path goes.

Piglet:
As long as I’m walking with you, Pooh, I think I’ll be all right. Even if the path goes up or down or somewhere wobbly.

Pooh:
Then let’s keep walking, Piglet.

Piglet:
Let’s.

Promise you won’t forget me, ever.

 “Promise you won’t forget me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.”

Christopher Robin once said those words with all the seriousness a boy could have when speaking to his best friend—a bear of very little brain but a heart full of love. And Pooh, though he didn’t quite understand what forgetting meant, knew enough to nod and say, “I won’t, Christopher Robin. Not even when I’m a hundred and one.”

Because their friendship wasn’t made of big adventures or grand plans—it was made of quiet walks, shared sandwiches, and sitting side by side without needing to say much at all. It was made of believing in each other, even when things changed. Especially when things changed.

Pooh never asked for more than time. And Christopher Robin gave him that—the kind of time that lives in memory, that turns days into stories, and stories into forever.

In the end, they knew something important:
Even when you have to grow up and go somewhere else, love can stay right where it always was—in the woods, under a tree, in the space between two friends who never needed to say goodbye.

Getting there together

 Piglet: “Pooh?”

Pooh: “Yes, Piglet?”

Piglet: “When we go for walks like this, just the two of us, I feel very… together.”

Pooh: “Together is a nice sort of feeling. Not too loud. Just right.”

Piglet: “Do you think we’ll always walk like this, even when we’re old and slow?”

Pooh: (chuckling) “Piglet, I’m already a bit old and rather slow. But yes, I think we shall.”

Piglet: “Good. Because I like the sound our footsteps make when they walk side by side.”

Pooh: “Me too. It’s the sound of two friends going nowhere in particular, but getting there together.”