Pooh woke with a start, his heart beating faster than his tummy was grumbling. "Um, where am I?" He asked. But no one answered.
He climbed out of bed and grabbed his pop gun, ready to take on the intruder who had interrupted his dreams of he tiptoed around his bedroom.
"Hellooo? Is anyone there?" He called.
He began to panic. What if there were heffalumps and woozles? Frightened, he jumped back into bed and hid under the covers.
Honey could wait… Hiding from heffalumps and woozles could not. After all, even a bear of very little brain had priorities.