Piglet Asks a Favor of Pooh

Dear P-P-Pooh,
Well, it's happened. The weather has turned all b-b-blustery, and when I woke up this morning, there was a big pile of leaves b-b-blocking my door! I could p-p-probably push through it, but I'm afraid to go out by myself. I d-don't want to get b-b-blown away. C-c-could you come over and help me rake up my leaves, P-Pooh?
Fearfully,
Piglet