Exhausted, the keyblade master collapsed on the ground. His left cheek was slightly swollen. His arms were covered in scratches. All of his energy was nearly depleted. Sora knew he couldn't take another round of this. He prayed that this time Pooh would have his fill of honey and leave him alone for the rest of the day.
Speaking of the chubby cubby, Pooh sat under a tree not too far from his friend. Five empty pots laid by the bear. He was now happily devouring the last jar of his favorite snack. Hopefully, by now, he would be satisfied. The duo had just got back to the safe part of the Hundred Acre Wood after running away from ticked off insects. Actually, it was Sora who did all the running. He had to carry Winnie the whole time. All Pooh had to hold was his jar of honey, which he found difficult to eat with all the bees around and going up and down from Sora's sprinting. Some branches sticking out from the trees slashed the poor brunet. The whole prediciment was the reason he looked so beat up. He wondered how Pooh managed to be scratch and sting-free.
Pooh stuck his head inside the honey pot trying to get out every last morsel of the sweet stuff. After a while of very audible licking, the hungry bear paused. Realizing this, Sora glanced up towards Pooh. The most dreadful sentence came afterwards.
"Sora, could we perhaps get some more honey?"