At long last, our time with our favorite characters deep in the Hundred Acre Wood the time has come to an end. 'Twas for the best. And it was not that the people of our world necessarily wanted to grow up. But without old how can there be young? Without father, how can we have son? Ever since—

Excuse me, Mr. Narrator? I think I'll take it from here.

Oh, forgive me. Go right ahead.

Thank you.

Tucking in my shirt and smoothing down my jacket, I took a final look at myself in the mirror. I checked my watch; the train would be leaving in twenty minutes. I had a special appointment.

I said I would come back every weekend, but days at the boarding school stretched and flew by, and dare I say I actually started to have fun. But soon after that I graduated and then I went right into college and then work and the years went by and by…

One day I looked in this same mirror and found that I was twenty-eight. When did that happen? The other day, as a matter of fact. It was then that I knew what I must do.

My last year of school, I met a lovely woman named Lesley and she asked me to leave for Dartmouth with her. Halfway across the country. Unfortunately, physical distance meant nothing anymore, as lately, it had been getting harder and harder to close my eyes and remember everyone's faces. My friends; Eeyore and Piglet and Rabbit and Tigger and Owl and Gopher and Kanga and Little Roo. But most of all Winnie the Pooh.

My stops at the Hundred Acre Wood had been growing less and less frequent throughout the years, so I woke up one day and resolutely decided I had to do something. The right thing. And I thanked my lucky stars that I had one last chance.