“I was reading the papers”, said Pooh, “And I noticed a thrilling trend, which I am going to embrace”. “God save us”, thought Eeyore, “Another day, another bandwagon. He just can’t help himself”, but in [more…]
“I was clearing out the attic in Christopher Robin’s house the other day”, said Pooh, “And I think I may have made a very exciting find!” Piglet rolled his eyes at the thought of Pooh [more…]
“I couldn’t help noticing”, said Eeyore to Pooh one day as they were strolling through Hundred Acre Wood, “That you appear to be a little less gifted, shall we say, in the tummy department, Pooh.” [more…]
“Is that a tennis racquet I spy in your paw?” asked Owl as he and Pooh perched on the gate to the Wood. “Yes”, replied Pooh, “I’ve been having tennis lessons”. “With Christopher Robin?” enquired [more…]
The animals were standing with Pooh in a long line of wet and bedraggled beings queuing to get into the festival. “When I said I’d rather be boiled in oil than go to Glastonbury”, complained [more…]
My name is William Carew and, until recent events unfolded, I was the valet to Sir Thomas Stradling of St Donat’s Castle in the Vale of Glamorgan. I entered his service while he was studying [more…]
“What are you doing, Pooh?” asked Piglet, who had come across Pooh sprawled out on the grass in Hundred Acre Wood, surrounded by mounds of paper and several dozen broken green pencils. “I’m auditing the [more…]
Pooh rounded up all the animals from the various places they had hidden themselves in Hundred Acre Wood, after they had heard about his latest brainwave. Last time he had talked them into a training [more…]
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