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"Bother" said Pooh, "it's
Raining". |
| "That," commented Eeyore
gloomily, "is a masterpiece of under statement. It is, to be more
precise, coming down faster than a no-frills 737 with a
pressurization problem. The precipitation is most persistent; it is,
to use the vernacular, pissing down". |
| "Thank you for your valuable
contribution Eeyore" said Pooh, with heavy sarcasm. "Don't mention
it" replied Eeyore". Hardly anybody ever does so I don't expect it
any more". |
| "Expect what?" asked Pooh, who
had been distracted by a glider bobbing about in a large pool of
brown water just outside the Saltby Clubhouse. |
| "That is exactly what I mean"
mumbled Eeyore, "No one listens, nobody cares!" and he stumped out
into the rain. |
| A moist Piglet arrived. What was
left of the colour in his striped T shirt, which he had worn every
day for some 70 years, had drained from the garment and it was now a
grubby cross between mould and dry rot. |
| "Very Smart" cried Tigger, who
wasn't supposed to be in this piece at all, but evidently had let
himself in with a spare key. "When do we fly? Can I get a launch?" |
| "You'll be lucky" said Eeyore.
"The Contest Director and the Chief Judge have just taken the last
one. They were last seen sailing in the direction of Grantham ....". |
