Piglet should be an inspiration to everybody.  The littlest guy out there, intimidated by most everything, yet when it comes right down to it, he reaches deep down inside, gathers strength from within, and from his friends, and gets the job done.  He's a role model for the little people in life:  Don't be afraid to try or fail.  The only way you can fail is to not try.

Maggie is not able to say Piglet at this time.  She mumbles something that could possibly be construed as Piglet, but not really.  However, whenever we play a game or read a book, and I ask her where's Piglet, she points him out right away.

"It's so much friendlier with two."

"When someone gives you a bath that you really don't want, one which changes your colour, remember that

you can roll in the dirt on the way home to get your nice comfortable colour again."

"Help P-P-Piglet, me!"

"Oh dear, d-d-d-dear-dear"

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!", he whispered.  "Yes, Piglet?"  "Nothing", said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw.

"It's awfully hard to be b-b-brave," said Piglet, "when you're only a  small animal!!"

"I just wanted to be sure of you."

Piglet was sitting on the door of his house blowing happily at a dandelion and wondering whether it would be this year, next

year, sometime or never. He had just discovered it would be never, and was trying to remember what it was and hoping it wasn't anything nice...