“Deep in the Hundred Acre Wood…
The Hundred Acre Wood! Yes, it’s a very nice place. That’s where I live, you know. That’s where all my friends live, Christopher Robin, Piglet, Tigger – oh, I suppose I will get to them later. We were talking about my home, weren’t we? There are, of course, some not quite so nice parts of the Hundred Acre Wood. When the nights falls, the Wood can get rather frightening and one can get lost terribly easy. That happened to me once…or was it twice? Oh, bother…I can’t seem to remember that part. Ah, well. What I mean to say, though, is that the Hundred Acre Wood is a wonderful place to live and I love it…well, except for those not so pleasant parts of it.
“Where Christopher Robin plays…”
Christopher Robin, oh, Christopher Robin! I love all my friends, you see, but I think I love him the mostest. If I remember properly, I may have said that Christopher Robin lived in the Hundred Acre Wood. Well, that’s not completely true. He lives in a place that’s even more wonderful than our pleasant little Wood we talked about earlier. I would like to visit there someday, but not for too long, I think. I would miss the Hundred Acre Wood too much. Christopher Robin is the one that we go to whenever we need…well, anything really. Why, we would all be lost without him!
“A donkey named Eeyore is his friend…”
Oh, Eeyore is a very dear friend of mine – er, well, everyone’s, really. He does take a little getting used to, I suppose. You see, he seems to always be a little on the sad side. It’s not his fault, though! The poor fellow is made of sawdust and his tail is forever falling out. It’s a little hard for him to feel like himself when he’s missing a part.
“…and Kanga and little Roo…”
Kanga is a very nice lady. She is always more than happy to give me a spot of honey when my tummy won’t quiet down. Kanga is so good at so many things, why, she might even be better than Christopher Robin at some! Well…perhaps not. I’m not so sure about that now. It’s all the same, though. She’s so pleasant – oh! And did I mention her supply of honey?
Roo is Kanga’s son and, goodness, he has so much energy that I feel the need to have a little smackeral for the energy just by being around him. He’s very nice, though – just like his mother!
Rabbit is a bit high strung, I’m afraid. He likes things to be exactly right. I don’t quite understand why or how…but he is very good at putting things in order and does not like things to be out of order. He has the most wonderful garden at the back of his house, but best of all, Rabbit is always up for sharing a bit of honey with a very hungry bear.
Piglet is my friendsiest of friends in the Wood. He is a very small animal and he is very afraid of so many things, but don’t be tricked! Piglet may be a very small animal, but he has a heart the size of an animal twice his size! He doesn’t have too much honey too often in his house, but his company is worth the lack of honey, if you ask me. Piglet is often the one that will join me on my walks, whenever that may be, which is always nice.
“And there’s Owl…”
Oh, bother, I find Owl so very confusing most of the time. For, I am a bear of very little brain and he is an owl of…very large brain. He is very smart and I often go to him when things are just a little too confusing for a bear such as me. Of course, sometimes he will just make the confusion bigger. Another wonderful thing about Owl is that he always is good for a spot of honey – of course, I will always get roped into him talking about one family member or another and I can’t help but drift off.
Hmm…I have a feeling I’m forgetting someone…who might it be?
Think, think, think. Think, think, think.
Oh, yes, I remember now! Tigger and Gopher, how could I forget them?
Gopher is a bit of a strange one, but I like him all the same. He always seems to be digging and no one really knows what he is digging for. He’s digging, digging, always digging. I feel the need to have a spot of lunch every time I see him working so hard. Sometimes his digging does cause a bit of trouble. Why, one time, he dug through everyone’s homes and…well, we don’t like to talk about that too much, I suppose.
And Tigger? Why, there’s no one quite like him living in the Hundred Acre Wood, I have to say. He has even more energy than little Roo and that’s really saying something. His favorite thing in the world is to bounce and he will bounce anything and everything, including bears stuffed with fluff. Also, according to him, Tiggers are very good at so many things, it makes a particular Pooh a little awestruck.
“But most of all Winnie the Pooh!”
Or at least…that’s how it used to be. Things are rather much different nowadays, I’m afraid. It was a day just like any other when that awful Darkness fell. I thought that perhaps the sun was sleeping a little more than usual. When I tried to wake it up, though, there were awful monsters that attacked! No amount of honey or pleasant words seemed to make them happy.
They were so frightening, though, it was all I could do to run away! Thankfully, I ran into a nice group of people that led me to safety, or so it seemed. They led me to a place that was much like that one that Christopher Robin spoke about so often…although, it wasn’t nearly as nice as I’d imagined.