Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
“Pooh!” he whispered. “Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw.
“I just wanted to be sure of you.”
I am a Piglet Person. I love pigs, though not quite as much as my friend Phyllis. I like that they are pink and strong and big and solid and sure of themselves. But Piglet actually isn’t all that sure. Most of us aren’t. Sometimes we just need to sidle up to people and take their hand and just be with them, to re-establish a connection, to know we are not alone. Piglet does that for me.
My friends know that pigs, especially flying ones, make me happy and I got this beautiful bejeweled one for Christmas from a colleague. I named her Charlotte and she lifts my spirits just to see her, looking up with those little wings, ready to fly.