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The Cache at Pooh Corner

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Pooh and his friends were searching for a cache in the Hundred-Acre Wood. Piglet's GPS would not work properly under the trees, and he kept running in circles, round and round.

"Please stop that, Piglet" said Pooh "It's making me dizzy."

"Oh DO come on, Pooh!" said Piglet, a little out of breath. "It's this way. Or that way."

"I don't like Geocaching." said Eeyore, "Geocaching is stupid. There won't be ANYTHING worth finding."

Pooh smacked his lips: "There might be honey. I like honey."

"There'll only be some plastic toys and a few broken seashells," replied Eeyore mournfully, "It's always the same."

Just then, there was a crashing noise in the forest ahead of them. It was Tigger. "Tiggers are always the best at finding caches!" said Tigger, springing away again. "Watch me get FTF on this one!"

And with a final BOING, he landed right in the middle of some nettles with a crunching sound. The friends gathered round and looked at the remains of what Tigger had found.

"Bother." said Eeyore.

"I'm hungry." said Pooh.

"Should be archived." said Piglet.

And they all went home.



© 2007 Paul McMichael