Tonight we feast on old promises, your almost forgotten no-good solemnly swears, truths that only raggedy girl knows now. Piglet and I went back to Mulberry to catch dragonflies; while Mr. Toad went to the book place to browse rural fiction (as always, too high on the uppermost shelf). I just wish I could race Rabbit again; cast spells with the witches, dust shelves with the book. Trip down cobblestones and tsk-tsk, said the turtle (knowing everything's got a moral, even silly things, like shells). We'll live together in a cottage by the sea; just Piglet and Rory and Rabbit and me.