Chapter 4.
When we got to Disney World, we split up. Christine and I looked around for Princesses, and Erik got the honorable privilege of taking Raoul on all the rides.
The first night we were there, Christine and I snuck Winnie the Pooh into one of our hotel rooms. When Raoul and Erik came back from spending the who day on rides, Christine and I yelled, "Surprise!"
Raoul became excited. "Wow! It's Old Yeller!"
"No, little brother," Christine said, gently. "It's Winnie the Pooh."
"Yay! I've always wanted a dog!"
"He's just here to visit," I brought up.
Pooh went to Erik and gave him…a bear hug. Erik grimaced and said, his voice saturated with sarcasm, "I feel so warm and fuzzy inside."
"Can I keep him? Huh? Huh? Can I keep him?" Raoul jumped up and down.
"No! I don't want to get blamed for kidnapping!" growled Erik.
"Well, Old Yeller and I are going to have a sleepover! Come on!" And Raoul dragged Pooh out the door.
After they left, Erik sighed, disgusted, "He'd be good as one of the Seven Dwarves."
"Which one?" I asked.
"Dopey," was his reply.
