Three generations of Eeyore in the house are proved by sopping wet floors (because of sobbing), and bloody feet or punctured shoes (caused by thistles all over the floor).
New Eeyore: I’m hot.
Ellie: Get out of the sun, then!
New Eeyore: That sounds like work.
Ellie: It isn’t.
New Eeyore: I have to move my front two legs, then my back two legs, and all over again.
Ellie: I’ll help you. (lifts Eeyore to shade)
MOMENTS LATER…
New Eeyore: I’m cold.
Other Eeyores are Old Eeyore and Baby Eeyore, both with emotional problems, going hither and yon.
