Perhaps we should see other people.

Perhaps we should see other people.

..said the note on the refrigerator door. Why wasn't he bear enough for her? Pooh plopped onto a chair and poured himself another rye and honey. The place felt so empty without

all the rest of the furniture. Those darn termites. He was really going to have to call an exterminator. Pooh took a long drag of his honey-rye concoction and wandered over to the

chair where he flopped down. The chair broke. "DAMN those DAMN termites DAMN it!" Pooh bellowed. He wasn't drunk enough for this, took another gulp of his honey-rye drink and sat i

tried to console my friend. "Maybe we should lay off the mead, how about a nice..." Pooh pulled on my felt ear and whispered, "Lishun, piggie, its thoses damned heffalumps...

and the woozles... they keep coming for my huney!". Confused, I turned and slapped Piglet across the snout, making him bleed and start crying again. Then I returned to my prone p

osition and scooped my sniper rifle. "Shut up,"I hissed at Piglet as I lined up Mr. Tickle bear for a head shot. Slowly but firmly I squeezed the trigger. BOOM!

The clap of thunder to mask the shot startled Piglet causing him to jump and bump the rifle. The shot missed Mr. Tickle Bear by a hair.

Mr. Tickle Bear put a paw to his temple & looked about. The next shot exploded his head in a spray of sawdust. Piglet squealed with delight, ran to the corpse & began pulling tufts

of TRUTH out of the corpse. Believe in yourself. Listen, then act. Cherish riendships. Glancing about, Piglet quietly stuffed that last one back in, before strolling away happily.