Hundred Acre Wood CC in lockdown

 Fantasy Bob realises it is some time since he heard of how things are going at the Hundred Acre Wood CC. ...

The lockdown in the Hundred Acre Wood had come at a bad time for the cricket club. Pooh and all the other animals were strictly confined to their houses.  Nets had been cancelled. The season was postponed.  With the assistance of Christopher Robin, who was regarded as a key worker, a team meeting was being held over Zoom.

Social distance is difficult
 for a bear of little brain

Rabbit, a bossy animal and skipper of the Hundred Acre Wood CC, was speaking.  Rabbit was generally cross.   At that moment he was talking to Pooh which made him even crosser.  And when he spoke he liked to wave his arms around in a skipperly fashion which meant he kept knocking his iPad over.  This made him crosser still.

'Pooh', he said very crossly, 'you have to turn your camera round, all we can see is your feet.'

'Did you say it's time for something to eat?'

'No!'  Rabbit was even crosser now.  'Press the little button with a camera on it.'

Pooh's feet disappeared from view.

'For goodness sake!  Not that one!  The other one - you've turned the camera off completely!'

A little voice piped up.  It was Piglet who was a very small animal and not very brave when it came to technology.

'Pooh has disappeared.  I hope he's not dead.'

'Of course he's not dead!' said Rabbit.

'It wouldn't surprise me if he was.' Eyeore's gloomy voice sounded even gloomier than usual over the internet.    'I hear there's a lot of it about.'

Rabbit waved both arms with a sense of purpose.  Feeling better as a result, he tried to get the meeting started.

'Now, as you all know, the cricket season won't be starting till this lockdown is over.  But it's vitally important that we stay fit for when the season eventually starts.'

'Why?' Pooh appeared to still be in audio contact.

Rabbit sighed crossly, but carried on.  'So, everyone, let's do twenty burpees.'

Rabbit limbered up and started to count, 'One...'  He didn't notice the message that came on his screen to say that Pooh has left the meeting.

'Two.'  Piglet has left the meeting.

'Three.'  Eyeore has left the meeting.

Getting crosser and crosser, and hotter and hotter, Rabbit, with a great deal of effort, got to twenty.  'TWENTY!' he said with a note of triumph.  He looked up.  He could see himself but no one else.  Crossly he pressed gallery view.  Still no-one.

'Bother!' he said.  'I must speak to Christopher Robin about my broadband!'

Later that evening Piglet phoned Pooh.

'I didn't like to ask Rabbit what kind of animal a burpee is - it sounds very scary'

'It's not an animal, little friend, it's an exercise.  You fall on your tummy and then you get up again.'

'Why?'

'I don't know.  You should ask Rabbit.'

There was a pause.

'I don't think that would be wise.  Good night, Pooh.  Stay safe.'

'Good night, Piglet, little friend.  Stay safe.'