This might be a little strange. I don't want to spoil the story, so I won't tell you a single detail. Here goes…
It was just another normal day in the Hundred Acre Wood. It was in the middle of summer and Winnie the Pooh, the golden bear, was relaxing under the old Oak Tree waiting for his friends Christopher Robin to appear. He waited for what seemed like hours. Finally he got up and tapped his head, deep in thought. There had to be a good reason why Christopher Robin hadn't shown up. Christopher Robin was now 14 years old. He'd not been showing up recently. Pooh thought about going to visit his friend, but he couldn't figure out how to, after all the Hundred Acre Wood was only a world of make-believe. Pooh got up and went to see his friend Piglet instead. He found Piglet sitting on the hollow log outside his door. Tigger was with him. The two friends were deep in conversation. Piglet noticed Pooh coming and smiled warmly, like he always did when he saw Pooh. Tigger waved at his friend. "Pooh bear! Tigger has some amazing news!" Piglet announced. "Tell him, Tigger!"
"Here goes…Kanga is having a baby!" Tigger announced. Kanga and Tigger had recently got married and had been happy together ever since.
Pooh tapped his head. "I thought Roo was her baby," Pooh said, being a bear of very little brain.
"Well, she's having another one…my one," Tigger blushed.
"But you're a boy, Tigger," Pooh said.
"I'm going to be a dad!" Tigger yelled joyfully, bouncing on his tail. Then Pooh remembered why he came here in the first place.
"Piglet, have you seen Christopher Robin lately? Pooh asked his friend.
"I'm afraid I haven't," Piglet replied. "Why?" He asked.
"He hasn't been for several weeks. Maybe something's happened to him," Pooh panicked.
"Well, maybe we could ask owl for advice. He's the smartest animal in the woods," Piglet suggested.
"Okay," Pooh answered. So he, Piglet and Tigger walked to Owl's house, knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. Owl opened the door and smiled.
"Pooh, Piglet, Tigger. What a pleasant surprise," Owl greeted.
"May we come in?" Pooh asked.
"By all means," Owl stepped aside and the three friends walked in and sat around Owls table. "So what brings you here?" Owl asked.
"We wanted to ask you something. About Christopher Robin," Pooh started.
"Go ahead," Owl said.
"He hasn't been in the woods for some time, now. And I'm really worried," Pooh told Owl. Owl sighed.
"My friends let me tell you about my nephew, Roger and his older brother Richard. Richard and Roger played together all the time. They couldn't be separated. But as Richard got older, he started to mature-"
"What does maturosoo, I mean um-mattyor-um- mature mean?" Tigger asked.
"It means that he started acting wiser as he grew older," Owl answered. "Now where was I? Ah, yes- Roger still loved Richard dearly. But Richard had his own life now. He got a job as a writer, found a mate and had little owlets, and forgot all about his magical childhood days with his brother," Owl finished.
"That's the saddest story I've ever heard," Piglet sniffled.
"What does that have anything to do with Christopher Robin?" Tigger asked.
"Christopher Robin has matured," Owl explained. "He's started to forget all about us. This is terrible," Owl panicked.
"Why is it terrible?" Piglet asked.
"We're only stuffed animals brought alive by Christopher Robin's imagination! If he forgets about us, who knows what will happen to us all!" Owl hooted.
"You mean you don't know?" Pooh asked.
"Not even I can see into the future, my dear friend," Owl sighed. "Only time will tell what will happen to us," Owl sighed.
The next day, Pooh woke up at the crack of dawn. He heard his tummy rumbling and chuckled. "Time for something sweet," He said to himself, smacking his lips at the thought of golden honey trickling down his throat. He walked over to his cupboard and stood on a stool. He opened the doors and reached for a pot of honey. He dipped his paw in the sticky stuff and then put it in his mouth, the sweet taste flowing around his taste-buds. Once the pot of honey had no honey left in it, Pooh stretched and left his house. He headed for Rabbits house. To his surprise all of his friends were there: Piglet, Tigger, Owl, Rabbit, Eeyore, Kanga and Roo.
"Hey, Pooh Bear!" They all called.
"Hello, everyone," Pooh chuckled.
"I don't care what you say, Pooh, you're not having any of my honey," Rabbit joked.
"That's okay. I had some before I left my house," Pooh said.
"Phew," Rabbit murmured under his breath. Suddenly there was a large rumble. Everyone stared at Pooh."
"What?" Pooh asked. Then, there was the rumble again, only this time it was much louder. "Oh, sorry," Pooh apologised. Then there was the rumble again, only louder, still.
"I don't think that was you," Eeyore gulped. The friends looked around for whatever might be making the noise. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the ground. It got bigger and bigger until, the gap expanded. It was like the hundred acre wood was being cut in half. Then another crack appeared behind them. The friends did the only thing that they thought would save them…RUN! They ran all over the place. Rabbit ran towards his house, but a crack stopped him in his path. The whole woods started to shake and the ground kept cracking, the cracks spread like wild fire. Tigger ran towards Kanga but a crack appeared and pulled them further apart. Tigger pounced and managed to cling onto the side of the crack and Kanga pulled him up. Then another crack appeared and Kanga fell backwards. Tigger grabbed her and pulled her back up. They clung onto each other and ran for cover. Piglet tripped over and a crack appeared in front of him. By now there must have been huge cracks all over the Hundred Acre Wood. Owl flew overhead watching his friends. Roo ran around frantically, looking for Kanga. Suddenly, a crack appeared between his two legs and expanded. Roo's legs got further apart until it hurt. He thought he was done for, but suddenly, someone grabbed him and took him to Kanga. It was Tigger. Pooh ran for his life. Cracks surrounded him. Suddenly the wind picked up and Pooh lost his footing. He tumbled over…right into a crack. His friends ran over. But they were too late. They only saw a bear shaped silhouette get smaller and smaller, falling…falling…until it had vanished completely. Suddenly, the cracks stopped appearing and the woods had stopped shaking. The friends, down by one, were just staring into a supposedly endless crack of blackness.
"Pooh!" Piglet called down into the crack. There was no answer. Everyone felt tears rolling down their cheeks. The friends stood there for a few hours, just staring into the hole. Then some of them turned, and left for home. Then, only Tigger, Kanga and Roo were left.
"Come on, Kanga," Tigger sniffed. He held Roo's paw and reluctantly headed back to Kanga's house. Tigger turned around and saw that Kanga was still staring into the pit. "Are you coming?" Tigger asked.
"I'll catch up," Kanga answered. Tigger smiled at his wife and left. Kanga looked at the bump in her belly and rubbed it. "I'll never let anything bad happen to you…Winnie," Kanga told the bump. Then she turned and followed Tigger back to her house.