“It was a chilly day in the Hundred Acre Wood, and Pooh was looking pensive. “Feeling Eleven’o’clockish?” enquired Piglet. “Perhaps” replied Pooh, “but I’m just wondering whether I put the PoohKart battery on the thingummyjig?” Relieved to find that he indeed had (Pooh is after all a very silly old bear), they decided that in celebration they should both partake of a few more holes of hunt the ball. And so, grabbing his Pooh sticks, all thoughts of Eleven’o’clockishness disappeared. At least until a Proper Tea.”
With utmost respect to AA Milne, EH Shepard and more recently David Benedictus for the rekindling of genius, and of course Geoff Waterhouse for his constantly kindling genius. He’s good with Pooh sticks too.
