Winnie and The Man In The Yellow Hat (or TMITYH when the Authors get sick of typing) had just sat down to a hearty meal of acorns, slow-roasted squirrel, and three-course fine dining. It's amazing what you can find in a forest, if you know where to look. In this case, Winnie and TMITYH had looked under a conspicuous neon sign that proclaimed, "Cheep Food Here". They were both looking forward to some peace and relaxation, and maybe a trip to one of those Mountain Getaway Spas. Unfortunately, it was not to be.

            Their first clue that something was amiss was the disturbance of a small flock of yellow-throated twin-tailed red-backed Eastern American Warblers. Their second clue was not so subtle—a large, pink elephant barreled into the clearing. They had only enough time to look shocked before they were met with another surprise. A strange man clad in nothing but a small loincloth came swinging into the clearing, uttering an unearthly cry. He landed in front of them, puffing out his chest in a manly way.

            "Me Tarzan," he announced proudly.

            "If you come to this country, at least learn the language," Winnie snapped.

TMITYH looked faintly appalled. The creature before him was in dire need of a bath and a shave. "Honestly," he muttered. "I thought they were cracking down on the homeless population."

"Me Tarzan," the hygienically challenged man proclaimed again, more loudly this time. He seemed miffed by their lack of recognition. He puffed out his chest further. Suddenly the large elephant turned to face him.

Tarzan paled considerably. "Tantor, no!" He backed away slowly as the pigment-impaired creature advanced. "It wasn't real ivory, it was-" but it was too late. Tantor swiftly skewered the hapless barbarian, to much cheering and applause from the Authors, who found that Tarzan had overstayed his welcome in their story. Besides, Tarzan jokes can only go so far before becoming repetitive.

The beast then turned his massive head to Winnie and TMITYH, who hurriedly began to retreat. It opened its jaws and-

"I'm sorry you had to see that," apologized Tantor in a meek voice.

"It's OK," Winnie assured him. "That guy was getting on my nerves."

TMITYH, however, seemed to pale even further. "The elephant- it's talking…"

"After spending all your time with a talking monkey, you'd think you'd be used to that kind of thing," remarked Winnie with a sigh.

"What monkey?"

But Winnie did not get the chance to reply, because at that moment came crashing through the underbrush.

Fill in the blank with any creature you want. Heck, you can imagine benign powder-blue bunnies if you like. We don't care. But the Authors are feeling lazy and we need some reason to move the plot out of this damn clearing. Readers gasp and quickly censor the offending word Sorry. We need some reason to move the plot out of this damn location.

Winnie and TMITYH stared at the benign powder-blue bunnies in terror. They snarled and charged. And so did the bunnies.

"Quick!" yelled Tantor. "Onto my back!"

Winnie and TMITYH scrambled astride just in time. Tantor screwed his eyes shut. "I think I can, I think I can!" and with a mighty flap of his ears, they lifted from the ground.

"I'm flying!" Tantor exclaimed with glee.

"We're flying!" Winnie exclaimed in wonder.

"We're flying," moaned TMITYH, who was afraid of heights.

And with that, they soared into the sunset.

A/N: Well, for those of you who read this before 6/20/04, you may be interested to know I have FINALLY fixed the formatting on the first chapter. Sorry this chapter was so short, but I DO have updates on the way. SOON. In fact I actually have the next chapter planned out (gasp Planning ahead! That's a first!); all I have to do is write it. Of course, knowing me and my laziness… Besides, when has planning ever worked out for me before?