At first it is just Piglet's innocence and the humour that strikes you. But this really belies the hidden sadness, the sadness of a small knitted piglet who feels so alone and insignificant in the Hundred Acre Wood, that he feels to combat those feelings, he has to create an entire bogus ancestry to give him credence and a feeling of belonging and a reason to be taken seriously among his peers.
I am not that little knitted piglet. I am merely a kindred spirit of his.