Autumn
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In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down
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September 21
Dear Self,
Hallo Rabbit, it's you-know who. As you probably know, I've been writing these letters to myself for the past some odd years. Just as a reminder. Since, you know, you ARE getting on in years. (Just because we admit it to ourselves, doesn't mean we will to others.) I don't know about you, but I'd rather not forget a thing. However, if I do, then we'll be ready.
(Oh dear, I seem to be still having trouble writing to myself in third person. Guess I'll never get use to it.)
So what has been going on? Well, of course, the harvests of the year have been amazing. I don't doubt that I did a wonderful job. In addition, as I'll tell you later, not many were destroyed this time. A certain orange and black striped animal has been on their best behavior. But for now, let us talk about other events.
Just last week, on a Windsday, Piglet yet again got caught in the wind. Poor thing, he's just so small. But in my opinion, he should have stayed inside. A visit with Pooh Bear is not worth being blown away.
Back in the summer, everyone had a get together near the woods. It was such a dreadfully hot day, that it couldn't have been helped. Though it's hard to admit it…I enjoyed myself. We played games and told stories around a small fire.
My story was "The Gardener and the Jester".
And I must have gone mad in the spring! I'll have to check my family tree, for I must have some March hare in me. I've been throwing all etiquette out the window! Just…it's fun to let loose, once in a while. And I certainly did something that surprised Tigger.
Let's just say I enjoyed being the Easter bunny that day.
To think all this insanity started after last year's letter! All because I let one impulse get through. But the tiger looked so diligent… Just standing there, working on his little snowman. And I was so happy that day! I did the most illogical thing I could've ever done. I turned the tables. I bounced him!
And I never felt more alive.
I…I think I must be getting senile. These changes can't be from a sound mind! Why do I feel this way? And why does Tigger keep doing this to me? It's always about him.
But hasn't it always? He seems to just be able to control my emotions, as if I'm a puppet. He destroys my garden, I become angry. He acts calm, I act calm. And when he does something sweet…I'm smitten. And Rabbit, I just can't help it! I want to always be angry with him, but he gave me no reason to this year. Whenever he was near my home, he controlled himself. It was as if HE didn't want to upset ME.
Tigger…you fool. You jester. Why do you keep barging your way into my life?
I really don't have much else to say. But while I want to deny my feeling, another part of me wants to explore them. But for now, I think I'll just wait to see what happens. Maybe everything will go back to normal, by this winter. Of course, no matter what happens, I'll be sure to tell you.
Sending Memories,
Rabbit