It was a Wednesday, and as a consequence, Piglet was sitting on a log. Mind you, this was his Wednesday log, which is different from his Thursday or Saturday log, although sometimes you found it hard to tell the difference, and so did Piglet.
“Tiddly pom, hum,” he said, since it seemed like the right thing to say when one is sitting on a Wednesday log.
Speaking of the right thing to say, it was an afternoon perfect for soft, warmly-spiced apple bars frosted with caramel penuche icing and–
“Excuse me?” said Piglet.
“Excuse me,” I said, startled.
“Were … Read more