Stories
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Maps and spectacles
“We just can’t be sure about it unless we find a map!” said Rabbit, once again. Everyone was at the meeting Rabbit had Organdized to decide how to find Owl’s missing spectacles. “I don’t ordinarily wear them while I’m flying,” Owl explained, “but I might have been on Tuesday morning, I suppose. Because it was… Continue reading
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Good grief, Galah
Winnie the Pooh was stumping his way along the path to Owl’s house one morning about eleven-ish. Yesterday Owl had said he had a new batch of seed cakes, and Pooh thought it would be a Very Considerate Thing To Do if he stopped by to see how the cakes were doing. And if he… Continue reading
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In which Roo doesn’t see no sticks
Everyone in the Hundred Acre Wood had gathered at the bridge to watch the game of PoohSticks that Tigger, Pooh, and Eeyore were going to play. There was Much Discussion about who might turn out to be the winner. Pooh, of course, had thought up the game in the first place, and everyone knew he… Continue reading
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That popping sound
Pooh and Piglet were walking through the Hundred Acre Wood with Eeyore and Rabbit when they heard some sort of commotion up ahead. Rabbit heard it first, as usually happened with hearing things. “I say,” said Rabbit, pricking up his long ears, “what’s that?” “What’s what, Rabbit?” asked Pooh, who hadn’t heard anything. He had… Continue reading
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Mechanical Turkish Delight
Alex, can you help me write the marketing copy for a new product? Yes, Paul, I’m sure I can help you with that. The new product is a kitchen appliance with AI built in. I’m worried that customers might see the term AI and not look at the product any further than that. Yes, Paul,… Continue reading
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Hayley Crumpet and the Case of the Missing Lamb
It was a warm spring morning when Hayley Crumpet first ventured outside. Hayley going outside for her morning walk was nearly the first thing that happened at her house every day. It gave her a chance to check the weather, make sure no bothersome squirrels, irritating cats, or invading neighbor dogs had tried to trespass… Continue reading
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Albuquerque Writers’ Group
Birch Alder was running late for her writer’s group coffee meeting. She hurriedly gathered up three spiral-bound notebooks, hoping one of them would be the right one, and grabbed her spring jacket and hat. Dumping the notebooks into the basket on the handlebars of her blue bicycle, she slipped into her jacket, pulled her hat… Continue reading
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Albuquerque Words
“This meeting of the Albuquerque Writers Group will come to order!” said Robin with mock sternness. Birch and Pansy tried to stifle their laughter. “Sorry,” said Birch, looking at the ceiling to try not to laugh again. “Ok, ok, I’m all right now. But you have to admit, that story about Violet’s nephew was hilarious.”… Continue reading
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What’s wrong with pink?
Kanga and Baby Roo and Tigger were out for a walk when they came to the river’s edge and were surprised to see to bright-pink birds standing in the water. The birds had very long, spindly legs and long necks, and seemed to be arguing about something. “It’s a dance, I tell you,” said one.… Continue reading
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The light in the gloom
Pooh and Piglet were visiting Eeyore in his Gloomy Place, which was not far from a rather sad and soggy sort of bog. They had been talking to Eeyore for a long time, trying to decide about what Month it might be. Eeyore said he thought it was the very end of October, because of… 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.