'Jam?'
'Yes.'
'As in…Jam?'
'The same,
Pooh.'
'So these
are folk who are now having a tough time?'
'There's no
now about it, Owl says. It's been a
while since they weren't.'
'So…jam
before yesterday, then?'
'Long before some
yesterday or other.'
'What does
it mean?'
'What?'
'Calling
them Jam?'
'Owl asked
Tigger.'
'Oh…I wish I
hadn't--'
'--who took
a deep breath and said it means
Just-About-Managing-To-Resist-The-Impulse-To-Seek-Out-The-Smug-Ticketyboos-Who-Neutralise-Problems-By-Roping-Them-With-Acronyms-And-Then-Eviscerate-Them-And-Sling-Them-In-A-Skip-At-The-Back-Of-A-Reasonably-Remote-Petrol-Station.'
'Gosh! You and Owl must have splendid lungs.'
'So kind,
Pooh.'
'Have you
ever thought of trying to fly? Like
him?'
'Tigger says
that, out there, I could do just that any time I like.'
'Well,
there's a thing.'
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