'This is 2Hundred
Acre Winpo calling 3Hundred Acre Pigscruff, do you read me?'
'Pooh. Just speak into the microphone as normal.'
'Hello Pigscruff,
hello Pigscruff, alien message on the line from Johnny Commonsense.'
'Pooh!'
'Oh, all right. I'm just getting bored, that's all.'
'You'll get used to
it, Pooh, it's--'
'Fact is I think
I'll go out for a walk.'
'Ah.'
'Ah?'
'Ah.'
'Does it say we
absolutely can't?'
'Well, it's not
been…I mean, as yet…well, Owl says it's a grey aria.'
'Oh. Well, I've found a way round that.'
'Really?'
'Wire frame to go
over your head and body.'
'Yes?'
'Brown paper and
leaves and bits of twig on the outside.'
'Yes?'
'Label saying
"Birnam Wood for Dunsinane and Terminus".'
'Ah.'
'Ah?'
'Ah.'
'Make you one?'
'Please.'
'Capital, 3Hundred
Acre Pigscruff! A bientinytot.'
'Souffle, Pooh.'
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