Pylimitics

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Stories

  • In which Rabbit wears a Mask

    Winnie the Pooh was tidying up the pots of honey in his cupboard one day when there came a knock at his door. He stumped over and opened it only to be quite startled by who — or what — was on his doorstep. It was an animal that looked mostly like Rabbit, except for… Continue reading

  • In which “Pillaloo” is Invoked

    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

  • In which Rabbit organdizes an Outing

    “The problem is, Piglet,” said Pooh, “the problem is that I’m not sure about how many.” “How many what, Pooh?” asked Piglet. They were in Pooh’s house, Getting Ready.  “How many pots of hunny, Piglet. I shall want a Little Something when we are on Rabbit’s outing, and a pot of hunny is just the… Continue reading

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

About Me

I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

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