[Tigger and Roo sit glumly out in the snow. Tigger, wearing the locket, looks depressed]
Roo:
...Tigger? I gotta go home now. Mama will be worried about me.
[Tigger stares blankly ahead]
Roo:
Tigger?
Tigger:
Ah, what am I kiddin' myself? They're not comin'. 'Cause I might as well face it. There aren't any other Tiggers.
[He takes the locket off and holds it in his paw]
Tigger:
I guess this means this silly old thing just... gonna stay empty for... all of forever.
Roo:
But isn't the wonderful thing about Tiggers is that you're the only one?
Tigger:
[patting Roo's head]
You betcha, Roo-boy.
[He goes sadly to his house]
Tigger:
Oh, the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm... the very only... last... lonely... single... solitary...
[He stops at his treehouse and cries a little]
Tigger:
... one.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:10