Pop! went the blue balloon, sending Winnie-the-Pooh flying to the ground, stuff and fluff arms waving as if he expected to fly if he tried hard enough. He certainly wished he could fly, as it would make it much easier to reach the tippy top of the tall honey tree.
The silly bear had tried to make wings. He strung together feathers that had fallen from Owl's wings along with the feathers that fell from his pillow. He had flapped the wings, standing on the top of the highest hill, and waited for a great breeze to come his way. That would surely be enough to take him to the top of the honey tree.
The breeze did come. It blew through the trees, carrying leaves away with it. It was the wind of a nighttime storm or perhaps a blustery afternoon. The wind took his feathers with it as it rushed past the poor little bear.
"Oh bother," he muttered to himself, watching his feathers as they were whipped away, high up into the blue sky. They had swirled around and around in the air, like the dust did when Rabbit swept his floors. The feathers would eventually flutter to the ground again and perhaps, perhaps they would bring back some honey with them. Pooh plopped to the ground, raising his head to watch as the feathers kept going higher and higher. He frowned, crinkling his brow as he watched the feathers rush past the honey tree and then fly even higher.
"Care to bring some honey back for me?" Pooh Bear had called up to them. The wind took his voice with it and twirled it in the air like a leaf, then brought it back to him in a quiet echo.
He moved on to his next plan. He wrapped his paws around a balloon string and held on tight as it flew him up to the top of the tree.
He smiled as he floated over branch after branch. The balloon floated up and up and up. Pooh would be able to have all the honey he wanted.
Then instead of going up it went down. It had been hit by a twig from one of the branches as it flew past.
Sora caught the bear before he hit the ground. He smiled, placing the bear back on his feet.
Pooh picked up another balloon from the pile and handed it to him. Sora grinned, putting the balloon to his lips and blowing it up as fast as he could.
"Are you sure you don't wanna give up, Pooh?" Sora asked, concerned. The bear had been trying to reach the top of the tree for the past hour or so.
"But, Sora, if I give up I wouldn't have any honey."
Sora grinned from ear to ear. Pooh never really knew how much he said.
"True."
Writer's Woes: Well, I'll probably regret not reading this over when someone tells me what's wrong with this.
Are these chapters getting too redundant? Does it seem the same?
