[i]Malcolm watched as Pooh and Piglet hugged Van, Piglet hugging a shin, Pooh hugging her waist. 
'There, there' said Pooh, sweetly. 
'Everything's going to be okay' said Piglet. 
Malcolm scoffed. He sat back in the little chair, not offering Van any sympathy. 
'Because' said Pooh 'When you're in trouble you need to believe in your friends.'
Piglet chimed in 'How could be so bad when we're together? We're not alone, so we should be happy'
Malcolm sighed. 
'You do realize you're a talking piglet, and you're a talking bear, right? You know that's not...right, right?' 

Pooh and Piglet returned to the table. Pooh hopped up onto a chair, hugged himself with one arm, then tapped his head with one stuffy paw. 'Think, think, think' he said 'I don't see what would be wrong with me and Piglet, here. Do you not have bears and pigs where you come from?'

Malcolm fell silent. 
'I can't remember'  he said 'but I'm pretty sure they didn't talk, right, Van?' [/i]