“Its dark in the woods,” said Pooh.
“Yes,” said Piglet.
“Are you blind too?” Pooh asked.
“No, I lost my flashlight,” said Piglet.
“But it’s 11 AM,” said Pooh.
“How do you know?” asked Piglet.
“My stomach clock,” said Pooh.
“Oh, then I must be blind too,” said Piglet.
“It happens,” said Pooh, adding: “but we can lead completely successful lives as story book characters and prove that not being able to see is just like being left handed or getting your head stuck in a jar, no big deal.”
“You think?” said Piglet.
“Yes,” said Pooh for he’d used up all his words being a bear of little brain.
Piglet sat down in the road.
“If what you say is true then I’m going to take a nap right here,” said Piglet.
“OK,” said Pooh and he lay down too, secure in the knowledge he was wearing his “blind bear” tee shirt.
They fell asleep.
They didn’t hear Mr. Rat-rip on his first generation McCormick reaper.
At the inquest Rat-rip said, “If only they’d known their proper places, you know the asylums or poor houses or whatever.”
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