"Deep in The Hundred Acre Wood,
Where Christoper Robin plays.
You'll find the enchanted neighborhood,
of Christopher's childhood days.
A donkey name Eeyore is his friend.
And Kanga and Little Roo.
There's Rabbit and Piglet
And there's Owl.
But Most of all Winnie The Pooh!
Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,
A tubby, little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh.
A willy nilly silly old bear.
Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,
A tubby, little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh.
A willy nilly silly old bear."
I can still hear the familiar song, only a somber echo now.
It rings only as a reminder of what once was.
Not what is now.
Now if you venture to the Hundred Acre Wood, you'll find a barren wasteland.
No happy animals playing.
No one getting on rabbit's nerves.
No that is over now.
Let's start from the beginning, sha'll we?
Winter was fast approaching.
The chilly bite from the wind.
The falling leaves.
Gentle snow flurries.
All the friends of the Hundred Acre Wood began preparing for winter.
Rabbit picked the last of his vegetables to get him through winter.
Piglet scurried about trying to find someone to keep him safe.
Roo was helping Tigger bounce while Kanga cleaned her home one last time before getting shut in for the winter.
What about Winnie The Pooh, you ask.
Well the silly old bear was trying to find honey.
He was in his kitchen when we realized he had no more honey.
He hurried out to beat the storm and gather a pot or two of honey.
Muttering to himself, "honey, where is the honey"
Pooh looked high and low, searching for bees.
Searching everywhere for honey.
That familiar buzz buzz buzz rang in his ear.
He looked all around trying to find the bee.
What an odd bee he thought to himself.
He studied to bee trying to see where it was going.
Curiosity got the best of Pooh.
He followed the bee, followed it deeper into the woods.
Snow has began to fall, leaving its icy layers behind.
Darkness took over.
Pooh knew he should turn back but he had to know where the bee was headed.
Owls howled, ravens crowed, the wind whistled.
The bee went across a bridge.
The bridge.
Pooh remembered Christoper Robin telling him he must not cross.
It's dangerous and scary.
What if the bee had the last of the honey, he wondered silently.
He apprehensively crossed the bridge, as he stepped on the bridge, the bridge wobbled and moaned.
Then he saw it, the island.
Dark and mysterious.
As Pooh stepped off the bridge, it snapped.
Pooh watched as the bridge disappeared.
He was beginning to get frightened.
Wondering what he got himself into.
There was no going back now.
The bee was long gone now.
He was left to explore on his own.
As he ventured deeper into the island, he was picked up by two sugar skeletons.
"Put me down!" He shouted and kicked his legs trying to get them to let go.
Their grip was firm, they weren't letting go and pooh could hear the ripping of his stitches from where he was fighting them.
Along the way he saw a railroad with spooky skulls and skeletons.
Skeleton children were getting off the train.
The teacher was teaching them about they ways of spookiness.
He could hear them laughing and cheering.
Such an odd sight, spooky skeletons laughing.
We passed through an elephant graveyard.
It was spooky and eery.
I was truly frightened as the guard cackled with glee.
They saw my fear and it made them laugh.
The castle was magnificent.
It was eerie but I was drawn into it.
We headed up the long staircase to the top of the castle.
The interior was even more spectacular than the outside.
When we entered the castle there was a band playing scary music.
They sang and screeched.
The music mesmerized me.
I couldn't get enough of it.
The guards put me down, my fluff coming out.
They left me to wander.
I heard the softest of voices.
It was her.
The beautiful queen that Christoper Robbin told me to be scared of.
Her voice lured me, I followed it.
Down the long and winding hallways.
"Hello Pooh, I've been expecting you for some time now."
She invited me into her lap, to sit and stay awhile.
Her pets sat by her side, patiently waiting for her.
They slept peacefully.
Not a sound made.
She motioned for one of her servants to bring forth a pot.
I clapped my paws when I saw the honey.
I greedily ate from it.
She rubbed my ear and tummy, made me feel loved.
Warm and welcome touches.
She softly bit my ear, I howled.
"Ssshh now, Nora has you. You're safe here. Trust me."
Her words were like poison, they filled you and you couldn't deny her anything.
She began to tear out my stuffing.
I tried to escape but she kept her grasp firm.
My my my Pooh, you taste wonderful. You're going to become something grand and wonderful tonight."
She gave stuffing to her dogs.
She hungrily ate pooh, infecting him.
Hunger.
That's he remembers is hunger.
He sits on the floor greedily eating from the pots.
No more honey.
Only Brains.
Moist, chunky, and chewy brains.
The queen sends him out on a mission.
To infect the others, to help her take over the Hundred Acre Woods.
Horror.
They flee, flee from me.
I hunger for their beating hearts.
Wanting more.
I never feel full.
Hearing the thumping of their hearts has become a sixth sense of mine.
Nothing will live for long.
Eeyore has joined me.
Together we are taking over The Hundred Acre Wood.
The Hundred Acre Wood belongs to Queen Nora.
We serve her and her only.
If you are to ever come across The Hundred Acre Wood, there is nothing left of it.
Rotting flesh and laughing skeleton children is all you'll find.
If you go there alive, expect to come home undead.
Here in The Hundred Acre Wood.
You'll hear the spirits howling:
"Deep in The Hundred Acre Wood,
Where Christoper Robin plays.
You'll find the enchanted neighborhood,
of Christopher's childhood days.
A donkey name Eeyore is his friend.
And Kanga and Little Roo.
There's Rabbit and Piglet
And there's Owl.
But Most of all Winnie The Pooh!
Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,
A tubby, little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh.
A willy nilly silly old bear.
Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,
A tubby, little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh.
A willy nilly silly old bear."
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