[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]An interpretation of the works of A.A Milne, creator of Winnie-the-Pooh.

Eeyore moped along a long dusty trail for what seemed like a century. He didn’t notice the ferns to the right and left of him because he was too preoccupied with stumbling. But stumble he did, but not in the bad kind of stumbling. He stumbled upon a fork in the road.

“What’s this?”, Eeyore murmured to himself. “A choice? I rather dislike choices. And besides, one choice leads to a non-choice that could have been a good choice if only I knew better.

“So he stood there for a very long time. So long that the forest leaves began to Fall. But not so long for the Winter to begin. Then from behind, he heard a squeaky voice, “Hey Eeyore! Where have you been? Christopher Robin and the others have been worried for you.”

“Worried for me?” That’s encouraging, but also surprising. I didn’t think anyone noticed,” the drab donkey brayed.

Piglet asked, “Why are you standing here?”

“I’ve lost my nerve to choose.”

“No problem”, said the confident pig. Let’s take the road to the left and go ask Owl which way is best.

“Eeyore brightened up and shuffled along beside his faithful friend, and the two of them made a choice together.

When you don’t know which way to go, it’s always better to travel in pairs.

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