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.
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.
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