Deep in the hundred aced wood, a boy name Christopher Robin grew old and tired of his playthings. His toys included a stuffed tiger, a kangaroo and her joey, a donkey, an owl, a piglet, a rabbit, and a bear name affectionately Winnie the Pooh.

It seemed that the more growing up the boy did, the more shabbier the toys became. Pooh, mostly, for he was the boy's favorite.

"Promise you won't forget about me. Not even when I'm a hundred." The boy once said in the bear's fluff-stuffed ears.

"Oh, I promise!" The bear had answered whole-heartedly. Pooh-bear was a good and honest animal.

But the boy was neither good nor honest; in the end, it was the child who had forgotten the importance of playtime; he abandoned his toys in the mud on rainy days, threw his most fragile dolls against the wall during his tantrums; he flung wooden blocks down the stairs, and would even drown some toys in the water during his bath.

Christopher Robin grew up with a vivid, but dangerous imagination, which he carried on as he went from a minor to a college student. His friends, the animal dolls, sat quietly in the woods, which had been reduced acre by acre as construction came and houses were built on the property.

Time had passed slowly for the group of toy animals, who could do nothing but collect moss and mold underneath their stitching. Finally, it was the donkey who spoke up:

"I knew this day was coming. Don't thank me for it..." Said the gloomy Eeyore.

"Oh bother, what was that that Christopher Robin use to say...?" The silly bear put a paw to his head. "Think, think, think!" He commanded his brain.

"Well I've had enough of this sitting around!" Barked Rabbit. "I say it's high-time we start looking after ourselves."

"Indeed." Owl nodded gravely. "Sadly, our beloved memories of old are just that; memories. We must move on."

"Move on?" Asked Piglet. "B-b-but to where?"

"Why, to the woods, of course." Said Rabbit, uncertainty tainting his words.

"But Rabbit, are we not, as this moment, in the woods already?" Asked Pooh with difficulty.

"Well, uh, Pooh..." Rabbit wrung his paws together. "What I mean to say is..."

Owl flapped his wings, earning the animals attention before speaking: "I believe, good fellows, what Rabbit is trying to say is that we must leave Pooh Corner and live somewhere else on our own."

"That sounds terribly dangerous!" Kanga spoke up.

"It sounds like an adventure to me!" Roo clapped his paws.

"Don't worry Kanga ma'm. Danger is my middle name!" Cried Tigger excitedly with a growl.

"Leading a dangerous life is better than living a life that's care-free and merry..." Eeyore added.

"How so, my good man?" Asked Owl, squinting his cynical eyes at the donkey.

"It's like I've always told ya." Explained Eeyore with a low sigh. "Prepare for the worst, and nothing will surprise you."

"Hmm. What an interesting allegory!" Exclaimed the bird.

"Don't you mean alligator?" Asked Pooh.

"Quite right." Owl nodded importantly.

"Come on, let's get out of here already!" Rabbit shook himself, bristling with impatient, and pointed up. "The sun is already at its highest point in the sky!"

The animals looked up curiously at the bright sun.

"Ooo! The sun's got colors in it, Mama!" Roo said in awe.

"Oh goodness!" Kanga clapped her paws over her son's eyes quickly.

"Right!" Rabbit stomped a foot. "Everyone pack your things. We will meet at Eeyore's house when we are finished. Agreed?"

The group of animal dolls nodded mutely, then each headed to his or her own home- all but Tigger, who followed Kanga and Roo to her dwelling.

Once the animals arrived to Eeyore's Gloomy Place, it was apparent at once that Pooh had the most belongings of anyone else; Pooh pulled behind him a large red wagon full of honey pots, and nothing else.

Piglet carried a bandana filled with acorns and under his arm was his hand-drawn memory book.

Eeyore had nothing but a mouthful of thistles sticking out of his mouth, which he was careful not to chew until he absolutely starving.

Rabbit himself had a backpack, which once belonged to Christopher Robin. Inside were planting seeds and gardening books, as well as a bottle of fresh drinking water.

Every other animal had little make-shift bags full of food, or clothes, or small trinkets.

The rabbit looked at everyone proudly, though his face did fall when he saw Pooh's greedy hoard of pots, wasting a perfectly good wagon. Rabbit thought of scolding the bear, but then thought, if need be, he would scold him properly later.

"Is everyone ready?" Asked Rabbit.

The animals nodded silently. They were ready to start walking, but leaving Christopher Robin and all their memories of the Hundred Acre Woods behind was an entirely different ordeal.

Piglet couldn't contain himself and started to cry.

"Don't worry, Piglet." Pooh took hold of his friend's paw. "We still have each other."

"Y-yes... You are right, Pooh." The piglet tried to smile.

"Onward!" Owl flung out his wing, pointing into the Deep Woods. "Forward march, companions! The sooner we set off, the sooner we can settle down in our New Home!"

The animals followed each other loosely, hesitantly, with the larger ones leading the parade.

Roo squirmed anxiously.

"Stay in your pouch, dear Roo." Kanga reminded her son softly.

"Aw, mom! Can't I stay up front with Tigger?"

"We will be walking for quite some time. I don't want you to get too tired."

"Oh I won't, I'll be careful!"

Kanga nodded. "All right. You can walk with Tigger. Just be careful not to be a bother."

"Yes Mama." Roo flung himself out of the pouch and trotted beside Tigger. "This will be great, huh?"

"Great? It will be fantabulous!" Tigger growled with a long smile. "Who knows what we will come across in the Unknown?"

"Think we'll find any more Tiggers?" Asked Roo.

"Sharp one, isn't he?" Giggled the tiger. He bounced on his tail for a few steps, then said, "We'll see everything, Roo-boy! More Tiggers, more Rabbits, and more of you too!"

"Don't count on it." Eeyore said, thistles falling from his mouth as he spoke.

"I think we will see something Very Grand." Pooh spoke up, pulling the wagon in one paw and holding Piglet's paw with the other.

"But aren't you s-scared, Pooh?" Asked Piglet.

"My only fear is that I might run out of honey before we reach our New Home." Pooh replied honestly.

"Good grief..." Rabbit muttered under his breath.

In this way, the animal parade continued into the woods, making small talk here and there, and mumbling encouragements back and forth whenever somebeast became tired. The longer they walked, the quieter they became; they felt something tearing from their hearts: Goodbye, Christopher Robin! they silently cried. Goodbye!