"That's right, Winnie, you're two months old today!" Christopher Robin Milne said, caressing the golden bear's head. "That's right, son." Christopher's father, Mr. Milne was listening intently to the interaction between his son's toys, carefully writing every detail he could catch, and as the day drew on, Mrs. Milne sauntered up the stairs. "Dinner is ready, you two," she called to her son and husband. Mr. Milne was silently observing and placed his index finger to his lips when she entered, before standing up himself. "But Mommy, we're playing!" he whined. "Go ahead, Christopher, you can continue," Mr. Milne said. "He has to eat," she complained. "Isn't he lovely?" he asked, ignoring his wife's comment and gesturing toward Christopher.
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Another bolt of lightening struck nearby. "I can't find Pooh bear!" Mr. Milne's throat became dry as sandpaper and he swallowed hard. "Christopher," he said. "Did you leave your toy at the park?" Christopher let his head fall like a wilted flower. "I think so..." he confessed. Mr. Milne groaned, turning to his wife. "I have to go get him," he said. Christopher's ears were scarlet from embarrassment and he still had goosebumps from the cold. Mrs. Milne placed a hand on her hip. "Alan, it's too dangerous for you to walk back, or even drive, for that matter." She bit her lip. Mr. Milne threw his hand in the air and leaned toward her. "Daphne, this bear isn't simply a playful companion, he's the key to my continual success!" he yelled through gritted teeth. Mr. Milne grabbed his coat and ran to the car. The engine rumbled and he descended into the pouring rain, barely able to see three feet in front of him. He arrived safely at the park simply by …show more content…
Pooh was there, lying under the bench, soaked but not harmed. Mr. Milne raced to the bench, grabbed the bear, and returned as fast as he could and began speeding down the road. The rain had made the jet roads slick and Mr. Milne was clinging to Pooh, as tight as possible, swerving around numerous vehicles. Just two roads from his house, Pooh began to slip, and in an effort to grab the doll, he slammed on the brakes. All of a sudden bright white lights flashed in his face and the last thing he thought of was Christopher and how much he wanted to return to his little
Another bolt of lightening struck nearby. "I can't find Pooh bear!" Mr. Milne's throat became dry as sandpaper and he swallowed hard. "Christopher," he said. "Did you leave your toy at the park?" Christopher let his head fall like a wilted flower. "I think so..." he confessed. Mr. Milne groaned, turning to his wife. "I have to go get him," he said. Christopher's ears were scarlet from embarrassment and he still had goosebumps from the cold. Mrs. Milne placed a hand on her hip. "Alan, it's too dangerous for you to walk back, or even drive, for that matter." She bit her lip. Mr. Milne threw his hand in the air and leaned toward her. "Daphne, this bear isn't simply a playful companion, he's the key to my continual success!" he yelled through gritted teeth. Mr. Milne grabbed his coat and ran to the car. The engine rumbled and he descended into the pouring rain, barely able to see three feet in front of him. He arrived safely at the park simply by …show more content…
Pooh was there, lying under the bench, soaked but not harmed. Mr. Milne raced to the bench, grabbed the bear, and returned as fast as he could and began speeding down the road. The rain had made the jet roads slick and Mr. Milne was clinging to Pooh, as tight as possible, swerving around numerous vehicles. Just two roads from his house, Pooh began to slip, and in an effort to grab the doll, he slammed on the brakes. All of a sudden bright white lights flashed in his face and the last thing he thought of was Christopher and how much he wanted to return to his little