I came to Piglet late in my life.  I actually don't recall anything (books, movies, toys, etc.) from my childhood in which the residents of 100-Acre Woods were a part.  Although I had heard of Piglet, I think the first time he really became a focus in my mind was after I read Benjamin Hoff's The Tao of Pooh and The Te of Piglet.  I became quite enamored of Piglet at that point.  Piglet is neither the smartest or the strongest of the creatures, but I believe he is the most compassionate and the bravest.  I have become as equally disenchanted with Pooh.  For years I have requested for Christmas that my wife get me a T-shirt with "Fuck Pooh" on it.  I didn't this year, as she has been steadfast in her refusal (I will accept it from anybody who would like to give me one; remember, though, that "Pooh" is spelled with an "h"--"Fuck Poo" would be something else entirely).  To me, Pooh is not a force at all, but only a tree that stands in the water and is formed by the current.  I have no respect for such a creature.

My obsession with Piglet has grown quite a bit.  I used to have all my stuff on my side table, then on one bookshelf.  Now, I am already filling two large bookshelves.