BPOV
"Can't believe that scary old guy is still alive!" He chuckled. I mentioned I was into baking recently and I was showing him my macaroons, but he noticed my 'Pooh' plush toy in the background.
My Pooh.
My lucky charm.
It was a gift from my Mom and it was my most favorite thing in the whole world!
"No need to comment on him, okay?" I said.
"Oh, he still has got those stupid socks on!" he laughed.
"Sshhhh... Shhh..." Dad took me in his arms.
"They left my Pooh in the rain... Now he's destroyed..." I cried harder.
I didn't like it here.
Everyone was horrible
I missed my Mommy!
"Emmett... Jasper..." Dad said in a strict voice, "Tell me what happened."
They were horrible.
They were so strong and I couldn't fight against them.
They always made fun of me.
I didn't like them!
"Dad... It's... We were having fun... We were just teasing her... And we asked Edward to put her Pooh in the rain just to tease her, and..."
Edward!
So he was the real culprit!
He put my Pooh in the rain!
My Pooh was ruined because of him!
I didn't like him!
I was so mad at him!
I glared at him and he looked down at the ground immediately.
"I'm going to have a word with all of you," Dad said.
My Pooh never fully recovered from this incident.
He never got his original looks back!
"My Mom gave these for your Pooh," Edward said to me when he came to our house after two days. He gave me the socks for my Pooh, "And she asked me to say sorry to you."
"Oh! Socks for my Pooh?" I said.
Oh, I never thought my Pooh would need socks!
They were so cute!
"I love them! Thank you so much!" I smiled.
"He looks even more scary now," he chuckled.
"Not a word against my Pooh!" I said.
"Alright, alright!" He laughed.