“Hello, my name’s Pooh,” said WTP to the circle of animals sitting on the chairs in the village hall, “And I’m a Going Postal addict”. “Hello, Pooh,” they chorused. “We’ve all been there, Pooh,” said [more…]
“Afternoon, Pooh,” said Piglet, as he spotted a large pile of gift-wrapped parcels wobbling up the track to the Wood, “It is Pooh under there, isn’t it?” “Yes,” said Pooh, slightly muffled, “I’m having [more…]
“You’ll never guess where I’ve been this past week!” said Pooh to Eeyore as they were ambling along the track to Hundred Acre Wood. “Gitmo?” said Eeyore. “Nope,” said Pooh, “Not even warm.” “Vet?” said [more…]
“I’ve been offered a new job”, confided Pooh to Piglet as they sat in the autumn sunshine in Hundred Acre Wood. “I wasn’t really looking for one, but a nice man from the BBC Department [more…]
“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…]
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