ArtMy pencil is broken,Art in Free Verse More Like This
I ran out of paper,
My mind isn't working right,
I need to write or draw,
I need to get the ideas on paper,
Out of my head,
I can't concentrate till i do.
I write to keep sane,
I draw to stay calm,
Art is part of who i am,
I need art so i can hold on.
Don't you dare say it's pointless,
It saves lives and brings joy,
It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,
All art has meaning.
All art is important.
WtP: Lost Treasures chp5"That was very odd," Kanga noted as they walked down the path that would lead them to their homes. "Very odd indeed."WtP: Lost Treasures chp5 in General Fiction More Like This
"Why did he keep thinking that he knew us, Mama?" Roo asked as he snuggled up in his mother's pouch. "We've never seen him before."
"I'm not sure, Honey. I'm not even sure how he was able to speak to us at all."
"Humans are strange," Eeyore commented, keeping his head low. "That's all I have to say."
Rabbit listened to the others as they spoke about the event that had just taken place until a shiver ran up his spine, all the way up his ears which immediately began to point in different directions. He shuddered and shook until it had faded away, and then looked up at the sky above. "Oh my; I believe we'll be in for some rain," he announced as they reached the fork in the pathit split into several smaller paths that led to different areas of the Hundred Acre Wood. Rabbit turned around and looked at the others while placing his hands on his hips. "We should hurry and
WtP: Lost Treasures chp21The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to figure out what could have happened, and why things were disappearing or changing. They spoke with Kanga and Owl about the incident as well, finding that they too had noticed related issues. Owl in fact stated that books in his house had begun to disappear, one by one, that very morning.WtP: Lost Treasures chp21 in General Fiction More Like This
They made a list of things that were disappearing. They jotted down what habits of theirs had changed or vanished. They crossed out on a map in Owl's house the trees without honey, or the trees that had disappeared into thin air.
By the time the sun had set and they all called it a day, everyone was so overwhelmed that they had not noticed that no rain had fallen yet.
And that none would fall that night.
"Do you suppose, Rabbit, that the Hundred Acre Wood is broken too?" Pooh wondered as he and Rabbit walked up to the house that evening.
Rabbit held up a lantern to light the dark path until he had reached his front door. "I'm not sure, Pooh," he replied. "I
WtP: Lost Treasures chp24Tanya flipped the bacon that morning while her husband and son sat at the table eating some toast. Christopher was silently reading the newspaper, yet was interrupted constantly by his son's toy plane as the child made it hover over the newsprint and trail up his father's arm. Usually, the man would groan and ask his son to move his toys away. But for the past day, Christopher had rediscovered how amusing it was to watch his son use everything as a runway for his aircraft. He chuckled as the plane trailed up his arm and onto his shoulder.WtP: Lost Treasures chp24 in General Fiction More Like This
"Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen," the boy announced, "It's gonna be a bumpy ride. We're riding up Mount Christopher Robin!" He changed his tone of voice to be high and squeaky. "Oh d-d-d-dear! You're flying too fast, Tigger!... Nonsense, Pigelet! Flyin' is what Tiggers do the best!"
"Eat your toast, you little Bugger," Christopher laugh as he shooed the boy aside.
His son set his toy down and took a bite out of his food before speaking ag
WtP: Lost Treasures ConclusionFor the remainder of the day, the Hundred Acre Wood was filled with laughter and cries of joy. It was the happiest the forest had been in a little over a decade. There was storytelling and singing, honey eating and swimming. Tigger and Roo took it upon themselves to teach Kris everything he had to know about their home, including how to bounce.WtP: Lost Treasures Conclusion in General Fiction More Like This
Rabbit and Christopher cleaned the garden while Pooh and Piglet helped Kanga, Owl and Eeyore clean the inside of Rabbit's houseto their surprise, upon arriving, they discovered that the paint and the mess had returned. However, when more than one worked together to clean a mess, it's only a matter of time before the mess is unmessed. And so, after the yard and the house were tidy, they went and played games in the forest, and Pooh climbed a honey tree to enjoy a well-deserved meal.
Of course, following that was a game of chase with the hive's bees. But, all-in-all, it had been a very remarkable day.
"I think my tummy will be happy fo
WtP: Lost Treasures chp6KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!WtP: Lost Treasures chp6 in General Fiction More Like This
Honey pots and golden rivers of the sticky sweetness danced and flowed in his dreams. Oh, how he craved it more and more. How he missed having more than one pot of honey in the morning or any at all, for that matter.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The rumbly in his tumbly seemed to be getting progressively worse the longer he went without it. Even after Rabbit had given him a pot the night before, just as Pooh was heading back home after the rain had dissipated, he still had difficulty falling asleep. Why, with the noises his stomach made, how could anyone sleep?
"Hey, Buddy Bear! Wake up! You're sleepin' deh whole mornin' through!"
Pooh groaned and turned over onto his stomach in his bed. "Five more minutes," he mumbled drowsily, pulling his night cap a little more over his eyes.
"Five minutes? Why, dat's redickorous, Pooh-Boy; Rabbit wants ya up now."
The sound of the front door creaking open made the bear stir. Pooh grumbled again