Something to Remember Them By // Piglet and Prince Hans
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Hans has a Piglet in his world. He has landed on Han’s horse’s saddle, and is hugging the horn since he has a fear of heights. Could he hang out with Hans and his horse until he figures out how to get back home?
Out in the middle of a field, somewhere so terribly far from London Town now, Prince Hans balanced himself carefully on Sitron’s leather saddle. He stood at the tips of his toes, reaching high, just barely resisting the urge to jump upward. The light-brown fjord horse beneath him watched his friend cautiously, worried the prince might hurt himself over the strange ribbon that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.
"Hold up, Sitron… Steady… I’ve almost got it," Hans murmured, looking distressed. "Oh… ah… forward a few steps, boy!"
Complying, Sitron carefully walked forward, and Hans made another swipe at the ribbon curling and twirling in the air just out of reach.
Together, Hans and Sitron looked like a circus act, alone in an open field.
Far, far too alone, it felt like.
In a way, Hans was grateful for the distraction. As long as his mind was on catching the ribbon itself, he felt like he could hold himself together. But the thought of actually losing the ribbon was devastating. Another windy updraft carried it further out of Hans’ reach, putting a pained expression on his face —
"Aghh, c’mon, it’s all I have to remember them by…!"
But before he could panic, he noticed something falling through the sky just above him. For a moment, Hans stared with confused hazel-eyes — then realized he might get clobbered straight off his horse.
"AH…!" Hans slipped himself down quickly, stumbling and rolling into the grass just as the falling object — whatever it was — got tangled with the ribbon mid-air and landed with a surprisingly soft plop on Sitron’s saddle. The horse whinnied, a bit startled, and Hans sat up in the grass. His eyes widened a bit to see a little pig hanging from the saddle-horn, all tangled up in Mary Poppins’ red ribbon.
"Oh… Are you okay?" Hans asked, pushing himself up from the greenery. He reached out to the little pig, but paused, unsure if he needed help getting untangled or not. "Where in the world did you fall from?”
Piglet turned his head toward the man on the ground, and still kept a tight grip on the saddle horn. “P-P-Please help me down.” His lower lip started to quiver, and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. The ribbon remained tangled up around him, but he didn't even seem to notice. He opened his eyes a tiny bit, and saw his dishtowel laying on the ground beside the horse. Piglet didn't think that he had ever been up this high, except for the times when leaves would scoop him up into the air and send him flying a couple of feet.
“Where am I?” he asked the man, realizing that he could loosen up on his grip a tiny bit – he wasn't going anywhere in the saddle. “Do I have ribbon ar-r-round me?”
He thought about Rabbit who could really use this ribbon for … something. Rabbit always had a use for anything he could grasp onto. Piglet felt a growing realization that he was far from the Hundred Acre Wood, and he started to whimper a bit.
Here he was, on top of a very large animal, sitting on a very large … something, wrapped in a ribbon, miles away from home, and his dish towel was laying on the ground.
This was enough for Piglet to breakdown into hiccups and tears, grasping the saddle horn again – not out of fright, but because this seemed to be the most comforting thing right now that he could wrap his arms around.
“C-c-could you help m-m-me down, and take m-m-me home?” Piglet asked, in-between hiccups. The heights were adding to his stress, and all he wanted to do was feel his tiny feet on the solid ground.
