Alas, poor Tigger! I knew him well, Piglet; a fine fellow of infinite bouncie; of forever trouncie; a thousand times he hath sung of his rubbery top and springy bottom; I can still hear the song! "Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!" But, where is the fun now? Where? It's gone. The most wonderful thing about Tigger was Tigger was the only one.