My Name is Not Winnie
Got on the bus to meet a friend for
breakfast. I was sitting behind two young girls, siblings. As I sat
down, the younger girl (probably in kindergarten) turn to look at me
with a stuffed Eeyore in her hands, as if she wanted me to participate
in her imagination game as an audience. Her sister, slightly older was
visibly embarrassed, initially at her sister's actions.
She asked her sister to stop looking at me. And then, she turned around and looked at
me, I was smiling at them. I was finding this entire situation rather
amusing. She realized that I was not in any way displeased with the
behavior, smiled back and picked up the Eeyore. Both of them took turns
displaying the Eeyore in front of me throughout the entire journey.
They kept putting the Eeyore in front of me throughout the entire journey.
Maybe they think I am Winnie the Pooh.