It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they
hadn't heard from Eeyore for several days, so
they put on their hats and coats and trotted
across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore's stick
house. Inside the house was Eeyore.
"Hello Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet," said Eeyore, in a
Glum Sounding Voice.
"We just thought we'd check in on you," said
Piglet, "because we hadn't heard from you, and
so we wanted to know if you were okay."
Eeyore was silent for a moment. "Am I okay?"
he asked, eventually. "Well, I don't know, to
be honest. Are any of us really okay? That's
what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh
and Piglet, is that right now I feel really
rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be
Around At All. Which is why I haven't bothered
you. Because you wouldn't want to waste your
time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and
Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All,
would you now."
Pooh looked at Piglet, and Piglet looked at
Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either
side of Eeyore in his stick house.
Eeyore looked at them in surprise. "What are
"We're sitting here with you," said Pooh,
"because we are your friends. And true friends
don't care if someone is feeling Sad, or
Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All.
True friends are there for you anyway. And so
here we are."
"Oh," said Eeyore. "Oh." And the three of them
sat there in silence, and while Pooh and
Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost
imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very
tiny little bit better.
Because Pooh and Piglet were There.
No more; no less.