Mañana-facing

 

'Well, Piglet.'

'Well, Pooh.'

'Spring, eh?'

'Ribeye steak, eh?'

'What?'

'Sorry, I thought we were dallying in randomness.'

'No, I meant Spring seems to be sort of here.'

'Ah. Yes.'

'Lovely. Though the Wood looks a bit tatty.'

'Well that's easily remedied.'

'How?'

'ODA.'

'I'm sorry?'

'Strategy for focussed change. Observe. Do. Achieve. Tigger was full of it.'

'Tigger's always full of it.'

'No, but he said you see it on notices in hospitals, town halls and the like. You observe a particular thing that needs changing, you go about it, you state the result. Tigger gave me some case studies. Might help with the Wood.'

'Such as?'

'Well:

What I observed: Rome.

What I did: Sacked it.

What I achieved: Existential chaos in much of Europe for the next four centuries.'

'I see.'

'Or a more person-centric, non-inward-facing implementation.'

'As in?'

'What I observed: Bloke in hat that did him no favours whatsoever, asking "When did you last see your father?"

What I did: Muttered "dunno."

What I achieved: The reproduction of exactly that scene on sundry wood-panelled walls throughout the known world.'

'Effective.'

'Certainly.'

'So it could be:

What I observed: Fallen branches damming the stream.

What I did: Stared hard at them for a bit.

What I achieved: The triggering of bark-defined self-consciousness, resulting in their rebirth as bijou distressed side-tables for the adornment of today's life-space.'

'See? You're getting the hang of it.'

'I rather think I am.'

'We could start right away.'

'No, Piglet.'

'No?'

'My defaultiness is mañana-facing.'

'Of course. Silly me.'