The bee tree, was blue and green. Pooh scraped the last shavings of dry, crystallized honey from the nest which fell apart in his paws. The kingpin of all activity in the 100 acre woods lay desolate and abandoned. Pooh moped back to his trunk, his feet crunched on the infernal fields of dead, dry grass, once lush, had been pummeled into the ground by the baking sun, with no rain to cushion the blow. It felt good to be alone. He walked past Rabbits house, his farm starved, the crops were foul creatures reaching out from the depths of hell with their disgusting withered stems littering the ground. Pooh crossed the river, past the six pine trees and away from his empty heffalump traps to his house.
Pooh heard a sound at the window as he entered his trunk, a small little sprite who raced into his bedroom as pooh entered. Pooh, curious by the goings on, lifted his tired body to follow the sprite.
"Piglet, is that you?" Pooh said in a hot daze. It was Piglett. An uninvited guest, holding... his honey jar! Poohs tired eyes jolted open like buds on a flower, his honey jar lay caved in.
"Piglett! H- how could you!? I was going to smear that honey on the bee tree to see if they came back" pooh sulked
"Oh pooh, you are weak, if you are this soft you will just be crushed by your enemies!" Piglett snapped back
"No, I know who my enemies are, you are my friend. You are just inflicting your misery and pain on your only shoulder left" Pooh whept
"Pfft. Well maybe I like being miserable pooh, when I'm fixed I don't need the cure, but when I'm broken I can have as much of the cure as I want!" Piglett snarled, while rolling his tongue in the honey jar.
"No piglet, my enemy is the drought, the sun. God I will get up and put the sun out myself, damn the sun, damn the sun to hell!" Pooh grimaced. ,"God, I need to get out of this place!" Pooh used the last strength in his body to hoister himself out of the stump and run like hell
"Wait pooh!" Piglett screamed as he scrambled up to chase after Pooh. Every step was a painful pelt to their malnourished bodies, but pooh kept forcing his body to contort into shapes to get away from Piglett. To get away from this place. He ran through owls forest, the trees were twisted and crooked, like antennas pointing to hell, Pooh's body was in full sprint, it made him feel strong. He ran to an opening in the ground, Eeyore's gloomy swamp. Pooh fell, tumbling down the dry swamp, down into a desolate wasteland. Piglett caught up and slid down.
"Pooh, we are meant to conserve our energy! We will never get back the calories we burned! You- y y YOU FOOL!" Piglett shouted
"I've stayed in the 100 acre woods all my life Piglett, and look where that gets you! Everyone has left us! You need to keep moving piglet, or else you get left behind" Pooh said urgently
"But we can never escape Pooh, we will perish, we don't have the supplies to leave this place!" Piglett cried. As the two were bickering they heard the sound of clanking hooves coming towards them. It was Eeyore! Eeyore trotted like he was drunk, his mind was a sucked orange.
"Hey, it's my birthday today, and I got two presents" Eeyore mumbled to the pair
"Eeyore. It isnt your birthday. And you don't have two presents" Piglett said blatantly
"It is! IT IS!! They told me it was. THEY TOLD ME! They got me presents, and a cake. THEY DID. They did. And you two, got me a trampoline. Can I have it now?" Eeyore screamed
"Eeyore, please, don't." Pooh pleaded
"I will sit in the swamp, and I'll wait for you. I want to be like you. Step inside me. Please. Step inside. Step inside me now. Jesus" Eeyore mumbled.
Pooh began to get worried "eeyo-"
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD! COME ON! GET OUT OF MY MIND!" eyyore screamed as he started convulsing and spitting across the dry bog. Pooh noticed, eeyore didnt have his tail on, it was laying beside his sweaty body. Pooh picked up the tail and brandished the end with the pin. No words. No thoughts. He stuck the pin into eeyore's behind and he stopped. Eeyore fell into a deep hypnotic sleep, snoring loudly.
"Its getting dark" pooh said "Piglett we should be getting to bed. It's been a long day of turmoil and pain" Pooh and Piglett dragged their tired bodies up to the top of the bog and sat on the ridge looking at the night sky. The sky that was weaved by the hands of many maidens, withering time into a coil of stars, the sworded moon giving them some relief from the baking sun. Their eyes felt heavy as they both fell onto their backs and slept the night away.
Pooh and Piglett looked at the day before. They felt ashamed, of both of their actions. They'd ran too far to get back to pooh's house and survive.
"Well, looks like this is adios amigo, no food, no shelter, nothing!" Pooh sulked.
"What about kanga, he might have some shelter there! And food, I know it's a long way but a painstaking journey could pay off" Piglett remarked
"No, I saw her. With an empty pouch. I would rather die then take advantage of my friends" Pooh whept.
To who knows when, where piglett and pooh would arrive when their journey was over, but it was certain that they would be leaving. Who knows where their friends were, if they would be meeting them again soon. The pair had met their demise. They climbed up to the sandy bank and caked their bodies into the dry burning sand. The ants and termites nestled into the crevices of Piglett and Pooh's cracked skin. They had given up. This was the last stop, the return trip to whatever came next.
"We tread on the pendants beneath our feet now Pooh, and for you to forgive me I will fling myself into the sun, I will curl up in flames just to say sorry for all I've done" Piglett whispered
"Don't worry Piglett, my old chum. Why don't we just get it over with now? What's the point of prolonging this?" Pooh uttered Piglett forced a painful smile that cracked the skin on his cheeks, blood trickled down his face
"Well Pooh, it's okay to give up, pain does have the way, of making love, understandable"
Pooh did not even have the moisture in his body to shed a tear, his gaze was just set on the baking sun. They both closed their eyes, the sun seeping through their eyelids and into their skulls, fading, fading, fading. The sun was gone. They saw no more. Darkness. Nascent.
The gentle tones of moping clouds rolled across the sky, Pooh felt it. Like tiny daggers planting themselves into his skin with an icy frost. Rain! It was raining!
"Neptunes sun!" He cried as he awoke from his beached tomb. "Oh Neptune, let me stretch upon your carpet! Let me feel the rain on every crevice of my skin! I am safe! I am home!" Pooh shook off the parasitic insects and stood up. The rain made him feel strong as he grabbed Piglett from his final resting place and held him up above his shoulders. They looked around, out of the grass, a dancer rose and flourished in the monsoon, plants reared their heads from out the ground and soaked up the energizing shower. The trees ballooned red growths that pulsated like the were tiny hearts, pooh plucked the fruits and handed one to piglett.
"Ah! I remember these. Apple!" Pooh exclaimed with joy
The garden lay ripe and nourished, like the grinding wheel had been freed and mother nature could breathe again, and her mouth was filled with honey.