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Enthused as I am about living out one of my favorite childhood stories, I
run down the other side of the bridge. The path at the foot of the bridge
leads me into the forest. I see small twigs, stones, fallen leaves and
acorns lying everywhere, but nothing that could be acceptable for Pooh
Sticks.
I follow the path, deeper and deeper into the forest until I discern the shape of a little fellow with a pointy hat and a wheelbarrow. He is collecting leaves. After conversing with a group of stuffed animals, I am not surprised to meet a living garden gnome, and I decide to ask it for some help with my quest for a proper throwing stick. "Hello sir," I start out, "do you know where I can find sticks around here?" The jolly little chap looks up at me with rosy cheeks and seems happy to help. "Of course I know!" He declares joyfully, "It's that river down there." He guides me to the bank of a foggy black river. I can't see the other side, and the waves that hit the shore seem to be radiating fear and despair. I decide to start looking for sticks. I can't find any. Now I see a black figure coming towards me through the fog. He seems to float over the water. When he comes closer I can see that he is rowing a boat. I wave at him and he turns the boat towards me. "Hi," I call out at him, "I am looking for sticks!" The large dark figure is silent. “Sticks?” I try again. He opens his mouth and a shrill voice comes out, "One gold piece." "A gold piece?" I say, "that better be a really good stick!"
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