"Yes, Piglet?" replied Pooh.
"Is everything going to be OK?"
"In what way, Piglet?" asked Pooh.
Piglet rubbed his nose in a nervous sort of way. "You know, with Brexit. And rationing. And 729 international treaties to re-negotiate from scratch just to get back to here. And," the Piglet ran out of breath then made a small choking noise and swallowed. "And all that?" he finished and looked over at Pooh with a hopeful look.
Pooh Bear rubbed his nose too, but didn't find it quite as comforting as it seemed to be for the Piglet.
"Well, Piglet." Pooh said and then stopped to think some more, for this was a very Big Thing for a Bear of Very Little Brain to consider. "Well Piglet," he finally continued, "It all sounds like a very silly idea to me."
Pooh and Piglet looked out over the Hundred Acre Wood and contemplated the matter. Quietly, Piglet slipped his paw into Pooh's.
"We're totally f@cked, aren't we?" the Piglet managed in a hoarse whisper.
"Oh yes." replied Pooh, patting his paw. "Completely f@cked."
