The milky evening sky twinkled over the hundred-acre woods. Leaves rustled softly as a gentle breeze kept them swaying in the crisp earthy air. Beneath a lone, ancient tree surrounded by vegetable plots, Rabbit had invited his friends over for the evening. Tigger and Rabbit sat in the comfort of the plush armchair while Gopher sat on the armrest, all of them goading on the tiny, meek Piglet who warmed himself by the fire.
“Come on, Piglet, old pal! Tell us a scary ghostly story; somethin’ full of, uh, spookables, and horribibbles creatures, eh, and things that go stomping in the night!” Tigger begged, throwing his arms in the air to act like the monster himself.
“Oh well I, actually I thought I might tell a not so scary story; a story about a scientist!” Piglet shyly deflected Tigger’s request, not so brave as to concoct a story that might frighten himself. He knew Tigger was brave enough for a story like that and would revel in it, but Tiggers are brave creatures. Little Piglets, not so much.
“A mad scientist, Pigelet?” Tigger suggested, leaning in and eyeing Piglet with a grin. He wanted an exciting story, something with suspense and danger – something suitable for a brave Tigger such as himself.
“Oh nooo, not mad at all!” Piglet clarified, waving his arms in respectful disagreement. “Quite happy and cheerful really.” Piglet got no further objections and so he decided to set the scene. “Once upon a time…” He described a twisted set of stone towers atop a tall hill, capped with sloping purple roofs that overlooked the medieval village below, home of the scientist Von Piglet. A regular day for the villagers, late in spring, with the sun beaming a hearty warmth upon them.
“Say, it’s the middle of broad daylight! Even a not so scary scary story has to happen at night, you know!” Tigger objected, picturing a much more spooky scene at night with the moon cracking through the darkness and stars spattered across the sky.
“Oh, but this one happens in the daytime!” Piglet disagreed.
“Night!” Tigger pushed again, still determined that the story would be as spookable as possible.
“Day!” Piglet demanded. This was his story to tell, not Tigger’s. After all, Tigger asked Piglet to tell the story and not the other way around.
“Night!”
“Day!”
“Morning!” Tigger conceded rather cleverly, knowing the only move that Piglet could make next while still contributing to the bargain would be closer to night than the day.
“Evening!” Piglet quickly replied, not quite realising the compromise he’d walked into. “Oh dear…” he realised his mistake. It was too late to worry about that now, the time didn’t particularly matter. He could still imagine it taking place in the daytime, and if Tigger wanted it to be at night then he could very well imagine that himself.
Tigger knew he’d won this round and glanced to Rabbit. “That’s better, ohuhuhuhuhuhu!” It wasn’t enough yet, though. Piglet’s story still wasn’t spooky enough! “Although a nice thunderstorm wouldn’t hoit!”
“Y-yes, w-well as I was saying – there was a very pleasant and cheerful scientist.” He’d had enough by this point and just wanted to move on with the story. He’d never be able to tell it at this rate, with Tigger constantly cutting in. He introduced Von Piglet, his shadow cast long and ominously against the wall. An inconsistent flight of steps led down into the tall cellar which had been filled to the brim with various pieces of equipment; bottles and wires, hooks and hoses. At the centre of it all standing at a cloth-covered table was Von Piglet himself holding aloft a knife which he then swiped down with an aggressive but precise jab.
“Mm-mm, peanut butter and jelly! My favourite! And it’s so very good for you, too.” Von Piglet held aloft a thick sandwich with globs of purple jelly oozing from its seams, dribbling sticky goo down onto his hand. Licking his lips in anticipation, he raised it to his mouth.
“GASP!” Tigger shouted with a sarcastic annunciation.
“What is it, what is it?!” Piglet stammered, the sarcasm flying far over his head, into the fireplace, and out through the chimney.
“Why, this story is so un-scary it’s scary! I got better things to do than listen to this! I think I’ll go trim my toenails – or better yet, I’ll go trim Pooh’s toenails!” Tigger stated dismissively. Even with the night, the thunderstorms, a sandwich? Piglet could do so much better. He got up off the chair, letting Gopher slide into the warmed spot in which he sat.
Rabbit grabbed Tigger by the wrist before he could move too far away. “Ugh, Tigger, where are your manners?” he scolded.
“I dunno, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am!”
“Tigger – behave!” Rabbit knew poor Piglet would be taking offense and sought to remedy the situation.
“Well if you want to have a story about a scientist he ought to at least be doing something terribibble, like creatin’ a boogly, boogey monster!” Tigger took the reigns now, describing the lumpy outline cast by the beast beneath the sheets on Von Piglet’s table. Von Piglet took a few steps back over the uneven, rough stone flooring of the cellar.
“a-a a monster?” Piglet whispered in fright.
“Yeah! The monster, Frankenpooh!” Tigger described the monster raising up unnaturally, arms outreached as the upper half of the body raised itself up still draped in the cloth.
“Oh, d-d-dear!” Piglet whimpered nervously, picturing the horrors that awaited beneath the sheet.
Frankenpooh pushed the sheet away, letting it slide off of his face and crumple down on to his legs. To Piglet’s relief, it was just Pooh. With a few blinks he started to look around at his surroundings, completely unperturbed. With his usual wholesome smile he eyed the machines and tinctures that surrounded him, taking in the sights and smells of the laboratory.
“Ohuhuhuhuhuuuu! Absotoutely poifect! Only, he ought to be a little bit bigger than that!” Tigger didn’t want to make it too scary given Piglet’s presence. He didn’t want poor Piglet to run away in fear. At the same time, Pooh alone wasn’t much of a monster - even Frankenpooh.
Frankenpooh’s head expanded first. It started with his ears, twitching and tingling as they stretched and extended outwards in all directions. There was a deep rumble within him that bubbled from his core and out towards his extremities. Then, his head grew in height rapidly and he could feel his skin become taught to the point that he thought it might tear. It didn’t take long for the width and depth to fill out too, warmth filling the entirety of his body as it began to grow. There was no resistance, no pain, just an ever expanding Pooh taking up more and more space on the table as he grew outwards and upwards. Beneath him the table started to creak, and Von Piglet took a few more steps back in case the entire thing would collapse. Pooh’s arms and legs stretched far out as his chest, too, began to fill up more space. Finally, his chunky legs and round tummy grew to an enormous size. He had to position himself between lamps and equipment hanging from the ceiling as not to hit his head on them or make a mess of Von Piglet’s lab. The massive Pooh looked down at the already tiny Von Piglet, now the height of his ankles. If he fell he’d crush the poor scientist who made him and have goo everywhere like the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“No, even bigger!” Pooh expanded again, his legs no longer able to fit on the table at all - where once he lay he could no longer even sit. All at once this time, he expanded outwards and upwards even more, hunching over just to be able to stay in the room. The ceiling was high, but it was no longer enough to contain the ever growing Pooh bear. The rafters buckled and groaned beneath his sheer size as he expanded into them.
“BIGGERER!” It wasn’t enough for Tigger. This monster had to be huge.
He could hold himself within the confines of the structure no longer. Even while he was hunched over, making himself as small as he could be, it wasn’t enough to stop him from protruding into the room above. The wooden rafters snapped like twigs under Frankenpooh’s colossal girth and rubble from the flooring crashed into a pile at his feet. Von Piglet scrambled out of the way not to be crushed by either Pooh or the rocks and rubble cascading from above.
Pooh simply muttered to himself “Oh bother”.
Now he stood, looking through the upper floors of the tower. The floor above came below his shoulders, and Von Piglet scrambled around in a confused, panicked fear.
“Now that’s what I call a monster!” Tigger gloated, pleased with the outcome of the story so far.
“Oh help! S-save me! Eh, help me! Oh, save me! Oh dear, this is so very terrifying!” Screamed the Piglet as he rushed to find safety.
Frankenpooh’s voice sounded out as he crashed through the floor, waddling through the walls of the tower and clambering towards the village. “I… want… hunny?”
Rabbit made his way into the story now, tending his crops in one of his fields as he sang to himself while toiling at his soil. Satisfied with his work the raised his hoe and surveyed the scene, unaware of the beast approaching. Behind him a giant foot crashed into the soil that he’d just tilled, undoing his hard work. Rabbit was tall compared to the others, but still the Frankenbear’s foot alone came to his full standing height. “Hunnyyyy!” roared the monster, striding over trees and smashing them as if they were nothing.
Rabbit couldn’t believe his eyes, a giant Pooh bear strolling through town causing destruction in his wake. “A mah… a mo… a mah…” He couldn’t even get the words out to warn the others.
Frankenpooh continued on his journey for honey and passed by Gopher’s house. He had the good fortune to at least see Frankenpooh coming and sputtered out “A mah… a mo… monsterrrrr!” Frankenpooh stepped directly onto his mailbox and crushed the entrance to Gopher’s hole as he gazed at the approaching beast. Gopher toppled backwards out of the way of the falling foot and collapsed into the hole, screaming the whole way down.
“Tremblin’ in your socks, are ‘ya? Clingin’ to the edge of your seats, maybe? There was no stoppin’ the giganticically monstrous monstrosity!” Tigger was his suitably spooky story, raising his arms and enacting the events of his tale.
“Hunnyyyyyy!” Frankenpooh bellowed across the landscape, echoing through the woods.
“Oh d-d-dear! Tigger, I’m afraid this has become a not at all so not so very scary story – perhaps I’d better tell it, because I really think the monster shouldn’t be quite that size!” Piglet at this point was too afraid. Frankenpooh was too big, too scary for him to deal with. He didn’t appreciate Tigger commandeering the story again like that.
Frankenpooh shrank for a second back to his original size, the regular size Pooh that Piglet knew and loved. This was supposed to be a happy story, after all. Frankenpooh dropped to the floor and bounded on the ground, unsure of exactly what was happening to him again. He still had that warm bubbling feeling within him, although the tingling had stopped for now.
“Oh, you’re right Pigelet! He oughtta be, maybe, quadroopily as big!” Tigger took advantage of Piglet’s ambiguity to make Pooh even bigger! From within his body he felt that rumble again as he expanded outwards from his very core. His shadow stretched over the hundred acre wood and eclipsed the village below. The people of the village became so small that he could no longer recognise them from his perspective and their houses became little more than dots by his feet. He didn’t dare to move because he would crush the whole village with one foot, and he was still expanding. The air became cooler and with nothing in the way wind bellowed past him, whooshing through his ears and cooling his face.
“Uhm, Tigger, I seem to have reached the top of the picture.” Pooh finally interjected.
“Oh you have? Maybe I overshot it by a few feetsies.” Maybe he was big enough being three times the size instead of four. Frankenpooh shrunk back down to the height of Rabbit’s tree; still a colossal bear but a size that could be contained. Pooh’s body felt strange after expanding and contracting so many times in such a short span of time, he felt confused and a little dazed by it all. “Thank you tigger.”
“And so the monster was back on an unendingless search for…” Tigger continued.
“Hunnyyyy!” Frankenpooh cried in joy as he plonked down on the front lawn of one of the villager’s houses and forced his fist through the front door with ease, but it was a tight squeeze to fit the rest of his huge arm inside as he rummaged around for any tiny amount of honey he could find but for a Frankenpooh this size there would never be enough.
“There was no stoppin’ the feastin’ beastie! Everyone was up to their necks and arms, ‘cause they knew who was responsibibble for the terribibble monster that was terrorising them!” Tigger continued, describing the villagers descending upon Von Piglet’s castle where he was putting out his empty milk bottles.
“It’s that mad doctor von piglet!” They yelled as they stormed into the gates. “He’s the one who made the monster, let’s boil him in tomato juice!”
Piglet was terrified and completely ashamed of how the story was turning out. “Oh no stop this story! Please, it was an accident. I-I-I, I didn’t mean to do it, honest! I just wanted it to be a nice, not so scary story.” He’d become so frightened he his atop the mantlepiece above the fire.
“But Pigelet, it’s nothin’ to get so upset about.” Tigger said warmly, scooping him off the fireplace and holding him up to comfort him.
Gopher approached the two of them to console Piglet too. “It was just a silly story.”
Finally, Rabbit removed himself from the chair as well to join the others by the fire. “Of course piglet, there was no monster, no-one’s angry at you!”
“N-n-n-no?” Piglet stammered nervously, slightly reassured by his friends that they weren’t angry with him for the story being too scary and him making such a terrible monster. Tigger and Rabbit shook their heads. “You really should learn the difference between what’s real, and what isn’t! Shouldn’t he, Pooh?”
Frankenpooh sat in the corner of Rabbit’s Burrow off to the side of the armchair in which Tigger and Rabbit had sat earlier, hunched over beneath the short ceiling. “Yes, Piglet. You really should. And, eh… so should I. Oh, bother.”The milky evening sky twinkled over the hundred-acre woods. Leaves rustled softly as a gentle breeze kept them swaying in the crisp earthy air. Beneath a lone, ancient tree surrounded by vegetable plots, Rabbit had invited his friends over for the evening. Tigger and Rabbit sat in the comfort of the plush armchair while Gopher sat on the armrest, all of them goading on the tiny, meek Piglet who warmed himself by the fire.
“Come on, Piglet, old pal! Tell us a scary ghostly story; somethin’ full of, uh, spookables, and horribibbles creatures, eh, and things that go stomping in the night!” Tigger begged, throwing his arms in the air to act like the monster himself.
“Oh well I, actually I thought I might tell a not so scary story; a story about a scientist!” Piglet shyly deflected Tigger’s request, not so brave as to concoct a story that might frighten himself. He knew Tigger was brave enough for a story like that and would revel in it, but Tiggers are brave creatures. Little Piglets, not so much.
“A mad scientist, Pigelet?” Tigger suggested, leaning in and eyeing Piglet with a grin. He wanted an exciting story, something with suspense and danger – something suitable for a brave Tigger such as himself.
“Oh nooo, not mad at all!” Piglet clarified, waving his arms in respectful disagreement. “Quite happy and cheerful really.” Piglet got no further objections and so he decided to set the scene. “Once upon a time…” He described a twisted set of stone towers atop a tall hill, capped with sloping purple roofs that overlooked the medieval village below, home of the scientist Von Piglet. A regular day for the villagers, late in spring, with the sun beaming a hearty warmth upon them.
“Say, it’s the middle of broad daylight! Even a not so scary scary story has to happen at night, you know!” Tigger objected, picturing a much more spooky scene at night with the moon cracking through the darkness and stars spattered across the sky.
“Oh, but this one happens in the daytime!” Piglet disagreed.
“Night!” Tigger pushed again, still determined that the story would be as spookable as possible.
“Day!” Piglet demanded. This was his story to tell, not Tigger’s. After all, Tigger asked Piglet to tell the story and not the other way around.
“Night!”
“Day!”
“Morning!” Tigger conceded rather cleverly, knowing the only move that Piglet could make next while still contributing to the bargain would be closer to night than the day.
“Evening!” Piglet quickly replied, not quite realising the compromise he’d walked into. “Oh dear…” he realised his mistake. It was too late to worry about that now, the time didn’t particularly matter. He could still imagine it taking place in the daytime, and if Tigger wanted it to be at night then he could very well imagine that himself.
Tigger knew he’d won this round and glanced to Rabbit. “That’s better, ohuhuhuhuhuhu!” It wasn’t enough yet, though. Piglet’s story still wasn’t spooky enough! “Although a nice thunderstorm wouldn’t hoit!”
“Y-yes, w-well as I was saying – there was a very pleasant and cheerful scientist.” He’d had enough by this point and just wanted to move on with the story. He’d never be able to tell it at this rate, with Tigger constantly cutting in. He introduced Von Piglet, his shadow cast long and ominously against the wall. An inconsistent flight of steps led down into the tall cellar which had been filled to the brim with various pieces of equipment; bottles and wires, hooks and hoses. At the centre of it all standing at a cloth-covered table was Von Piglet himself holding aloft a knife which he then swiped down with an aggressive but precise jab.
“Mm-mm, peanut butter and jelly! My favourite! And it’s so very good for you, too.” Von Piglet held aloft a thick sandwich with globs of purple jelly oozing from its seams, dribbling sticky goo down onto his hand. Licking his lips in anticipation, he raised it to his mouth.
“GASP!” Tigger shouted with a sarcastic annunciation.
“What is it, what is it?!” Piglet stammered, the sarcasm flying far over his head, into the fireplace, and out through the chimney.
“Why, this story is so un-scary it’s scary! I got better things to do than listen to this! I think I’ll go trim my toenails – or better yet, I’ll go trim Pooh’s toenails!” Tigger stated dismissively. Even with the night, the thunderstorms, a sandwich? Piglet could do so much better. He got up off the chair, letting Gopher slide into the warmed spot in which he sat.
Rabbit grabbed Tigger by the wrist before he could move too far away. “Ugh, Tigger, where are your manners?” he scolded.
“I dunno, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am!”
“Tigger – behave!” Rabbit knew poor Piglet would be taking offense and sought to remedy the situation.
“Well if you want to have a story about a scientist he ought to at least be doing something terribibble, like creatin’ a boogly, boogey monster!” Tigger took the reigns now, describing the lumpy outline cast by the beast beneath the sheets on Von Piglet’s table. Von Piglet took a few steps back over the uneven, rough stone flooring of the cellar.
“a-a a monster?” Piglet whispered in fright.
“Yeah! The monster, Frankenpooh!” Tigger described the monster raising up unnaturally, arms outreached as the upper half of the body raised itself up still draped in the cloth.
“Oh, d-d-dear!” Piglet whimpered nervously, picturing the horrors that awaited beneath the sheet.
Frankenpooh pushed the sheet away, letting it slide off of his face and crumple down on to his legs. To Piglet’s relief, it was just Pooh. With a few blinks he started to look around at his surroundings, completely unperturbed. With his usual wholesome smile he eyed the machines and tinctures that surrounded him, taking in the sights and smells of the laboratory.
“Ohuhuhuhuhuuuu! Absotoutely poifect! Only, he ought to be a little bit bigger than that!” Tigger didn’t want to make it too scary given Piglet’s presence. He didn’t want poor Piglet to run away in fear. At the same time, Pooh alone wasn’t much of a monster - even Frankenpooh.
Frankenpooh’s head expanded first. It started with his ears, twitching and tingling as they stretched and extended outwards in all directions. There was a deep rumble within him that bubbled from his core and out towards his extremities. Then, his head grew in height rapidly and he could feel his skin become taught to the point that he thought it might tear. It didn’t take long for the width and depth to fill out too, warmth filling the entirety of his body as it began to grow. There was no resistance, no pain, just an ever expanding Pooh taking up more and more space on the table as he grew outwards and upwards. Beneath him the table started to creak, and Von Piglet took a few more steps back in case the entire thing would collapse. Pooh’s arms and legs stretched far out as his chest, too, began to fill up more space. Finally, his chunky legs and round tummy grew to an enormous size. He had to position himself between lamps and equipment hanging from the ceiling as not to hit his head on them or make a mess of Von Piglet’s lab. The massive Pooh looked down at the already tiny Von Piglet, now the height of his ankles. If he fell he’d crush the poor scientist who made him and have goo everywhere like the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“No, even bigger!” Pooh expanded again, his legs no longer able to fit on the table at all - where once he lay he could no longer even sit. All at once this time, he expanded outwards and upwards even more, hunching over just to be able to stay in the room. The ceiling was high, but it was no longer enough to contain the ever growing Pooh bear. The rafters buckled and groaned beneath his sheer size as he expanded into them.
“BIGGERER!” It wasn’t enough for Tigger. This monster had to be huge.
He could hold himself within the confines of the structure no longer. Even while he was hunched over, making himself as small as he could be, it wasn’t enough to stop him from protruding into the room above. The wooden rafters snapped like twigs under Frankenpooh’s colossal girth and rubble from the flooring crashed into a pile at his feet. Von Piglet scrambled out of the way not to be crushed by either Pooh or the rocks and rubble cascading from above.
Pooh simply muttered to himself “Oh bother”.
Now he stood, looking through the upper floors of the tower. The floor above came below his shoulders, and Von Piglet scrambled around in a confused, panicked fear.
“Now that’s what I call a monster!” Tigger gloated, pleased with the outcome of the story so far.
“Oh help! S-save me! Eh, help me! Oh, save me! Oh dear, this is so very terrifying!” Screamed the Piglet as he rushed to find safety.
Frankenpooh’s voice sounded out as he crashed through the floor, waddling through the walls of the tower and clambering towards the village. “I… want… hunny?”
Rabbit made his way into the story now, tending his crops in one of his fields as he sang to himself while toiling at his soil. Satisfied with his work the raised his hoe and surveyed the scene, unaware of the beast approaching. Behind him a giant foot crashed into the soil that he’d just tilled, undoing his hard work. Rabbit was tall compared to the others, but still the Frankenbear’s foot alone came to his full standing height. “Hunnyyyy!” roared the monster, striding over trees and smashing them as if they were nothing.
Rabbit couldn’t believe his eyes, a giant Pooh bear strolling through town causing destruction in his wake. “A mah… a mo… a mah…” He couldn’t even get the words out to warn the others.
Frankenpooh continued on his journey for honey and passed by Gopher’s house. He had the good fortune to at least see Frankenpooh coming and sputtered out “A mah… a mo… monsterrrrr!” Frankenpooh stepped directly onto his mailbox and crushed the entrance to Gopher’s hole as he gazed at the approaching beast. Gopher toppled backwards out of the way of the falling foot and collapsed into the hole, screaming the whole way down.
“Tremblin’ in your socks, are ‘ya? Clingin’ to the edge of your seats, maybe? There was no stoppin’ the giganticically monstrous monstrosity!” Tigger was his suitably spooky story, raising his arms and enacting the events of his tale.
“Hunnyyyyyy!” Frankenpooh bellowed across the landscape, echoing through the woods.
“Oh d-d-dear! Tigger, I’m afraid this has become a not at all so not so very scary story – perhaps I’d better tell it, because I really think the monster shouldn’t be quite that size!” Piglet at this point was too afraid. Frankenpooh was too big, too scary for him to deal with. He didn’t appreciate Tigger commandeering the story again like that.
Frankenpooh shrank for a second back to his original size, the regular size Pooh that Piglet knew and loved. This was supposed to be a happy story, after all. Frankenpooh dropped to the floor and bounded on the ground, unsure of exactly what was happening to him again. He still had that warm bubbling feeling within him, although the tingling had stopped for now.
“Oh, you’re right Pigelet! He oughtta be, maybe, quadroopily as big!” Tigger took advantage of Piglet’s ambiguity to make Pooh even bigger! From within his body he felt that rumble again as he expanded outwards from his very core. His shadow stretched over the hundred acre wood and eclipsed the village below. The people of the village became so small that he could no longer recognise them from his perspective and their houses became little more than dots by his feet. He didn’t dare to move because he would crush the whole village with one foot, and he was still expanding. The air became cooler and with nothing in the way wind bellowed past him, whooshing through his ears and cooling his face.
“Uhm, Tigger, I seem to have reached the top of the picture.” Pooh finally interjected.
“Oh you have? Maybe I overshot it by a few feetsies.” Maybe he was big enough being three times the size instead of four. Frankenpooh shrunk back down to the height of Rabbit’s tree; still a colossal bear but a size that could be contained. Pooh’s body felt strange after expanding and contracting so many times in such a short span of time, he felt confused and a little dazed by it all. “Thank you tigger.”
“And so the monster was back on an unendingless search for…” Tigger continued.
“Hunnyyyy!” Frankenpooh cried in joy as he plonked down on the front lawn of one of the villager’s houses and forced his fist through the front door with ease, but it was a tight squeeze to fit the rest of his huge arm inside as he rummaged around for any tiny amount of honey he could find but for a Frankenpooh this size there would never be enough.
“There was no stoppin’ the feastin’ beastie! Everyone was up to their necks and arms, ‘cause they knew who was responsibibble for the terribibble monster that was terrorising them!” Tigger continued, describing the villagers descending upon Von Piglet’s castle where he was putting out his empty milk bottles.
“It’s that mad doctor von piglet!” They yelled as they stormed into the gates. “He’s the one who made the monster, let’s boil him in tomato juice!”
Piglet was terrified and completely ashamed of how the story was turning out. “Oh no stop this story! Please, it was an accident. I-I-I, I didn’t mean to do it, honest! I just wanted it to be a nice, not so scary story.” He’d become so frightened he his atop the mantlepiece above the fire.
“But Pigelet, it’s nothin’ to get so upset about.” Tigger said warmly, scooping him off the fireplace and holding him up to comfort him.
Gopher approached the two of them to console Piglet too. “It was just a silly story.”
Finally, Rabbit removed himself from the chair as well to join the others by the fire. “Of course piglet, there was no monster, no-one’s angry at you!”
“N-n-n-no?” Piglet stammered nervously, slightly reassured by his friends that they weren’t angry with him for the story being too scary and him making such a terrible monster. Tigger and Rabbit shook their heads. “You really should learn the difference between what’s real, and what isn’t! Shouldn’t he, Pooh?”
Frankenpooh sat in the corner of Rabbit’s Burrow off to the side of the armchair in which Tigger and Rabbit had sat earlier, hunched over beneath the short ceiling. “Yes, Piglet. You really should. And, eh… so should I. Oh, bother.”