IN WHICH POOH UNWITTINGLY UNCOVERS HIDDEN TREASURE
He was not, perhaps, the most charming bear you might lay eyes on. His fur was unkempt and his arms slightly too long and prone to a stiffness that afforded him an awkwardness of movement. He was renowned for the particularly disconcerting habit of becoming cross-eyed when a fly of any sizeable weight landed upon his nose and yet, even with these somewhat curious traits, he was not an entirely unlovable bear.
It is with this manner of forewarning about dear Edward Bear's curious behaviour in mind that would lead you to assume (and rightly so!) that such a character might have a particular aptitude for finding himself in less than dignified situations.
And so it was in one such less than dignified situation that the affectionately nicknamed Winnie-the-Pooh found himself now, jumping upon his short, stout legs for a very distant branch of a very tall tree, his arms remaining awkwardly outstretched towards the branches and the concealed treasure lodged within that had so elicited such excited attention from him.
"Hey Pooh Bear, something I can help you with?" asked a friendly voice from his side.
The much frustrated bear ceased his undignified jumping and turned slowly to face the owner of the voice, his arms still held upright above his head.
"Oh Sora," he remarked in his flustered voice. "It appears that I've lost my balloon. I had it here, I'm sure and was carefully reminding myself to hold tight of it by telling myself just so under my breath when a large fly landed on my nose.
"I tried to blow it off like this," and at this the bear demonstrated by making a laboured sound something like 'pooooh' with his mouth. "But it wouldn't go, so I tried to knock it off with one paw and then I remembered that I had developed an itch on the top of my head so I tried to itch my head with the other paw and all of a sudden the balloon wasn't there anymore and oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear..."
His voice trailed off and he assumed that look of intense confusion that so commonly found its way to his face.
Sora looked up at the tree and smiled patiently.
"Let's see what we can do about that." He said.
Carefully he drew the shimmering silver and gold of his keyblade and leapt into the air, pulling back and striking at the branch so as to dislodge the balloon. With ease he took hold of the string and landed safely back on the soft grass, balloon in hand and a broad smile on his face.
"Here you go, Pooh." He said happily.
Yet awkward old Edward Bear was slow to respond and when Sora turned round he found himself greeted by the sight of the old familiar bear sitting on the grass with his back to him and singing a kind of contented song that was only really tuneful to himself.
"I've found your balloon, Pooh Bear." Sora reiterated.
Pooh turned and looked at his friend in a distracted manner and it was only then that Sora realised the other boon the tree had yielded.
On the grass, now held firmly between the bear's paws was a large jar of honey, blown there by the terrible winds of the previous week and having since remained undetected. Without a doubt, Edward Bear would have thought the occasion fortuitous, had he but known the word, but as he did not he simply thought of it as a very pleasant surprise.