Stories
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Franz and Imelda
The next morning, Imelda and Fritz were in the laboratory early, well before Doctor Witherspoon had even awakened. This was normal, of course; one of the eccentricities cultivated by inventors — especially the more wealthy of them, which certainly fitted Witherspoon — was rising late and dallying over eggs, bacon, toast, and tea while reading… Continue reading
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Electra Reactivated
Ronald spent the next two days and nights in the laboratory, first disassembling the automaton’s components even further, looking for jammed gear trains, wobbles in tiny jeweled flywheels, checking intricate glass parts for cracks, and testing India rubber seals for leaks. Finding nothing, he began to reassemble Elektra. When the gleaming figure was complete, Ronald… Continue reading
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The Automaton
“Ronald! Ronald, come here immediately!” “On my way, Professor,” came the reply from the storeroom. Ronald emerged, carrying a jeroboam of the acetic acid Professor Q had sent him to fetch. He set the large bottle down carefully and rushed to the Professor’s side. “Look at this, Ronald, just look!” The professor indicated his shoes.… Continue reading
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In which there is mud and stuckness
Rabbit, because he had such big ears, was the first to hear the Strange Sound carried on the breeze through the Hundred Acre Wood. “What was that?” he said suddenly. Eeyore, who also had very sensitive ears, said “probably mud.” Pooh hadn’t heard anything, so all he said was “What was what, Rabbit?” Piglet had… Continue reading
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In which an Animal is Even Smaller
Winnie-the-Pooh stacked up his pots of honey one way, then carefully took them down and stacked them a different way. He did this three times, and finally, even though there was nobody there, said out loud “Oh bother!” A small voice replied “What’s the matter?” Pooh, who had thought he was alone in his kitchen,… Continue reading
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In which there are Vocabularies and Poohsticks
“Pooh!” called Turtle, “How good to see you!” “Hullo, Turtle,” said Pooh. “And hullo Otter, hullo Owl. Are you going to visit Eeyore too? That’s where I’m going.” “Why no, not exactly,” said Owl. “We were having a bit of a walk while we talked something over.” “Yes, exactly,” said Turtle, “and that’s why it’s… Continue reading
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In which Pooh meets a Very Small Bird
Winnie-the-Pooh stepped out of his front door just after breakfast one morning. It was a lovely day, and he thought he would do his Stoutness Exercises in the fresh air. After that he would go visit Piglet, and perhaps they would go see how Tigger, Roo, and Kanga were getting on. Pooh put his feet… Continue reading
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Dust River Valley
Wilfred Cummings first visited the Dust River Valley when he was 17, on a camping trip. The place stayed in his mind the rest of his life, and he visited six more times, when he was 23, 37, 47, 53, 61, and 79. On his first trip he was suffering from a rash on his… Continue reading
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In which it might not be O, but it is K
Owl was just putting away his morning paper — which was a sheet of paper he took out every morning to place carefully on the table beside his breakfast — when there was a sharp rapping at his door. “Goodness sakes,” he said to himself, “the intonation of that rapping put me in mind of… Continue reading
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In which questions and pestions are Explained
Otter was helping Tigger help Kanga with baby Roo. Otter and Tigger were great friends, and that made Roo misbehave a bit because he was jealous. He was also Tigger’s friend, of course, and Otter’s too, but he worried about being left out of something. Roo wasn’t sure what he thought he might be left… Continue reading
About Me
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated puppy Chocolate. I shouldn’t be surprised, but she mostly speaks in doggerel.