Christopher Robin went to the Hundred Acre Wood to show Pooh and his friends a pocket watch, along with a word they aren't familiar with.
"You know this is a watch, right?" he asked, and they nodded. "Well, it can be used for another thing besides looking at the time."
"Yeah, what is it?" Pooh asked with confusion.
"Hypnosis," was his reply.
"Hypnosis?" the Hundred Acre Wood residents repeated the word with a surprised expression on their faces.
"Hypnosis? What's that?" Rabbit asked next.
"I'll tell you what I know about it means, then."
Christopher Robin told his friends of what hypnosis means. It is the induction of a state of consciousness in which a person apparently loses the power of voluntary action and is highly responsive to suggestion or direction. It has its uses in therapy, typically to recover suppressed memories or to allow modification of behavior by suggestion.
"So you're saying is that you can make someone do anything you want?" Tigger asked with excitement.
"Yes, Tigger, you can do anything you want to that person," Christopher Robin answered. "Also, they will remember what they did under the trance."
"I see..." Owl understood what this means. "Then a volunteer is in order. Tigger should go first."
"Huh? Why me?" Tigger asked.
"Well, for starters, you hate honey most of all," Rabbit suggested the obvious. "You tasted Pooh's honey, and my honey. You liked them, but then you started hating them. I don't know why."
"It's because they have something to do with Heffalumps and Woozles!" he gets defensive.
"And what's that?" Rabbit crossed his arms, not convinced of his reason.
"Um..." Tigger can't think of an answer to this.
"Exactly. The point is, honey comes from bees, not from Heffalumps and Woozles. The bees make honey, not the Heffalumps and Woozles. Lastly, bees make the honey sticky, not the Heffalumps and Woozles," Rabbit makes this point more obvious.
"So we have Tigger as our volunteer," Christopher Robin smiled. "Any objections?" he asked before starting, and no hands raised. "I thought so."
Going to a safe spot, he and Tigger were seated on a log, while the others watch on how will hypnosis go.
"You're falling into a deep sleep," he swings the watch in front of his eyes.
"You're right. I'm getting sleepy," Tigger yawned.
As he falls asleep, Christopher Robin said the hypnotic suggestion.
"From now on, you will like honey. Honey is good for you. The bees created it, not the Heffalumps and Woozles. Therefore, it's safe for you."
With a snap of his fingers, Tigger wakes up.
"Now, Pooh, show him your honey pot," Christopher Robin suggested, and Pooh hands over his honey pot to Tigger. The latter only hopes what his friend said is true about hypnosis.
"Yummy honey!" Tigger starts munching over this food. As few seconds passed, he didn't show his hatred of it.
"It worked," Piglet realized, then he cheered. "It worked!"
"Now you all know what hypnosis can do," Christopher Robin said in a pleasing tone.
"At least I won't waste giving honey to him occasionally," Rabbit commented.
They are all happy to see Tigger liking honey through hypnosis.