…In Which Piglet Solves a Puzzle

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THE PIGLET burst through the front door of Rabbit’s hole. On the floor in front of the larder amid a growing pool of hunny was the body of Edward Bear, known to his friends as Winnie-the-Pooh, or Pooh for short. The position of the body seeme...

THE PIGLET burst through the front door of Rabbit’s hole. On the floor in front of the larder amid a growing pool of hunny was the body of Edward Bear, known to his friends as Winnie-the-Pooh, or Pooh for short. The position of the body seemed to indicate the Bear had been the unfortunate victim of a tragic accident. Evidence showed he had received a bump, bump, bump to the head and had fallen to the floor face-down.

Before Pooh had died, he had dipped his paw into the hunny and scribbled a message which read: “Seeying is beleeving and I didint SEE nothink.”

“An e-e-e-e-empiricist to the end,” mused Piglet, whose stutter had worsened at the site of his best friend. “Why couldn’t he see there was more to life than hunny and balloons?”

Piglet scanned the room for clues, but saw only a large number of broken cups and plates around the body. The back door to Rabbit’s hole was open and Piglet’s focus shifted to the hunched figure of Rabbit who only the previous day had talked at length about the Wedged Bear of Great Tightness eating him out of house and home.

“The fact is,” said Rabbit gazing sadly at the ground, “I told him to be careful of the plates but when he’s hungry does he listen?”

“Where were you when it happened, Rabbit?”

“Out here hanging up my washing,” said Rabbit pointing to the clothes hanging from the line. They were still damp.

“Did you hear anything?”

“He was humming the Fat Bear Complaining Song then shouted something to me about his Stoutness Exercises not working. Next thing I knew, there was a terrible crashing of china and shrieking and then Pooh’s voice full of sadness and despair.”  Rabbit began to weep. “Oh, Piglet it was most horrid.”

Piglet examined the crockery for clues; he was no good with Sad Animals but he listened, nonetheless.

“In the time it took me to reach him it was all too late and whoever killed him was running off into the forest.”

Killed him!” Piglet squeaked very loudly. “W-w-w-who do you think it was?”

“Well, I’m not sure. You know how it is in the Forest. One might have anybody coming into one’s house.”

“Very fierce with pigs and bears, I should think,” said Piglet with a jump and then, to show that he hadn’t been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of way, “Which is why I have security”.

“One can never be too careful,” agreed Rabbit.

“Quite.”

“Quite.”

Turning his attention again to the china Piglet stopped and puzzled for a moment. Despite Rabbit’s suggestion of foul play something was jiggeting about in his brain and he tried as well as he might to catch it. By-and-by he looked at Rabbit and said, “So, instead of laying a table for Pooh you told him to help himself?”

“Yes, but what does that matter now?”

Suddenly, Piglet’s look of puzzlement turned to Great Danger; he began to hop up and down quicker than ever before as the pieces of the puzzle came together in unexpected ways.

“Oh dearie, dearie, dear!” Piglet muttered while pointing his trembling paw at Rabbit.

“Whatever’s the matter?”

“Oh dear!” squeaked Piglet, “It was you! You killed him. Savage Rabbit killed Winnie-the-Pooh!

 

HOW DID PIGLET KNOW? 

First off, the message in the hunny can only have been written by Rabbit who had been jealous of Christopher Robin’s Favourite Bear from day one; the words were merely his way of hitting out against obscurity, besides, Pooh hadn’t much of a Brain and couldn’t write. Then there were the cups and plates which sealed the deal. No-one knew Pooh as well as his good friend Piglet. In all their time together he had seen Pooh do some silly things but he had never seen him use crockery; he would always eat from his own large jar of honey meaning the cups and plates had been put there deliberately by the murderer. It was a dead giveaway.

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