Self-Portrait with Two Circles
And so spoketh the octoseal, "Sora, you must stop smelling like beef. For if you don't, Jangomere, the disgruntled pegasquid of the Everfrost, will punish you."
But the Sora became more beef instead, and nobody stopped him. The octoseal had lied.
The eight-vacuumed semi-aquatic pinnipedal deliverer of falsities spoketh again, "Sora, don't beeves or I'll trip you."
Therefore, Sora disemboweled him with a shovel. The end.
Owl lowered the weighty volume of his literary machinations, a smug façade of satisfaction on his experienced face as he awaited his audience's applause. Instead, he found only varying degrees of shock, confusion, and horror; Pooh, for one, merely sat in his seat, his expression comparatively restrained, but no less repulsed by what he'd just heard; Piglet, meanwhile, had turned ghost-white from the inappropriate narrative and fainted in his seat; others, still, wore their reactions with individual gradations of displeasure, but Rabbit was the only one who allowed a visage of pure, world-breaking shock and revilement to sprawl uncouthly over his face, and after some seconds of uncomfortable silence, he accordingly cried, "Owl! Why on earth would you write something like that?!"