They found a large tree nearby that drooped over a stream creating shelter from the rain. As Winnie slept by the tree, Clover and Piglet stood on a large log in the stream, sword in hand.

“Don’t hold the handle too tight.” Piglet told Clover. “Your arm is your main center of control.

“I know!” Clover snapped. “Let’s just start!”

Piglet scowled at Clover. He already didn’t want to do this, but now he was certain it was a bad idea. He stood in a fighting stance and waved his hand for Clover to attack. Clover came running and screaming. She swung her sword down and made contact with Piglet’s blade. Immediately Piglet slid his blade towards Clover and clanged as hard as he could against the guard. Clover staggered back in surprise. Piglet took this opportunity to hit the hilt of her sword, releasing it from her hand, and then moved his foot in time to trip her off the log. He caught her sword just as she fell into the water.

Clover sat in the stream, scowling. As she kicked the water, Piglet plunged the swords into the log and sat on the edge looking at Clover.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” He demanded. “If you let this anger grow one of us will get hurt.”

“It’s nothing!” Clover pulled her legs closer.

“If you really want to sit there all day and sulk we can just do that.” Piglet made himself comfortable.

Clover grabbed a stone from the stream and was about to throw it, but she paused. She dropped the stone and looked off to the distance.

“Piglet.” She started and felt the scratch on her cheek. The words in her mouth felt like thin glass ready to break. “Is it...is it weird that I don’t have any real friends?”

Piglet sat up and gave Clover a curious look. “Aren’t Winnie and I real friends?”

Clover looked at Piglet and rubbed her eyes. She gave him a smile and flung water at his feet. “I’m ready to get out of the stream.”

Piglet collected the swords and walked to Winnie while Clover got out of the stream and tried to squeeze some water from her clothes. The rain had lightened to a sprinkle.

“So what happened to your cheek?”

“I just...had a poor conversation today.”

“Looks like it was more than poor.” Piglet wanted to say more, but at that moment he noticed someone in the distance coming towards them. He held his sword close until he recognized the steel armor and orange fur of Tigger.