This takes place after "Winnie the Pooh" movie in 2011.

It had started out as a warm, sunny day in the Hundred Acre Wood, which was odd for the time of the year. Pooh and Christopher Robin were playing hide and seek and having a great time, but it all changed very quickly.

Christopher was looking for Pooh by the river when his foot got stuck in a root, causing his leg to twist and break before he fell into the river.

"Ah! Christopher screamed in a mixture of pain and terror as he got swept down stream by the strong current, barely gripping at the bridge, "Someone! Help!

Pooh, who heard Christopher's screams bolted from his hiding place in the bushes nearby and reached out for Christopher's free hand, "Take my hand, Christopher!"

"I'm trying!" Christopher reached as far as he could and linked hands with Pooh.

Fortunately, Kanga, Roo, Tigger and Rabbit were close by and saw the commotion, before joining Pooh in pulling Christopher from the river.

"Are you alright, Christopher?" Kanga took him to a nearby tree to rest against.

"No," Christopher weeped softly as he panted, "I think my leg is broken.

Kanga quickly examined the wound and concluded it was broken before taking two straight sticks and untying Christopher's already loosened tie and went to work on fashioning a splint. Christopher screamed in pain as the splint pressed the bone back together, but was relieved when it was over.

"Thank you, Kanga," Christopher weakly smiled at her as she helped him to stand. Rabbit had found a mattress and tied ropes to it so they could get Christopher to his home.

After some time, they finally got Christopher home and called him a doctor to properly get treated.

After some waiting, the doctor left and Christopher had a cast on his leg, not really the best way to start off your vacation, thankfully his clothes were now dry, save for the tie and shoes, and he was wrapped in a blanket in bed, being nursed with chicken noodle soup from Kanga.

"Are you any better, Christopher?" pooh crawled onto the bed and hugged him around his lanky frame.

"I'll be fine, Pooh," Christopher smiled weakly.

"Would some honey make you feel better?" Pooh licked his lips.

Christopher chuckled, "Silly old bear," and planted a kiss on Poohs forehead before falling asleep after a few minutes. Pooh and the others remained there, sleeping either on the bed, carpet or the cushioned windowsill. And Pooh remained cuddled in Christopher's arms.

More to come.