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anythingdrabbleTitle: Too Tired and Old
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Characters/Pairings: Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Rabbit, Eeyore
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Pooh fears Christopher Robin isn't coming home.
Winnie looked around him. He and his friends had gathered for a picnic on the old, checkered blanket. The blanket had grown very old over the years and very grayed, and Pooh feared that he himself was beginning to look a bit worse for wears. Piglet, he'd noticed recently, had a stitch or two hanging out of his plush, and Pooh was afraid he looked just as bad if not worse.
He looked toward the setting sun where Owl was currently flying as he hummed to himself.
"Pooh... Pooh Bear, what's wrong?" Piglet asked.
"I am quite certain, Piglet, that Chirstopher Robin is not coming this time."
Rabbit's ears shot up. Eeyore's tail fell off. Tigger bounced onto the spring in his tail.
"Pooh, it's been some time since Christopher Robin had the time -- " Rabbit began.
"No, dear Rabbit, that's not quite what I meant. I fear he is not coming back. I am not a bear of many brains, but our forest used to be the central gathering point for us all with many games and fun days. And it has been many, many, many days since any of us last saw our dear Christopher Robin."
Rabbit licked a paw and then began to scrub his ear.
"Wh-What are you saying, Pooh Bear?"
"I am afraid, dear Piglet, that our dear Christopher Robin has outgrown us."
"Nonsensical!" Tigger declared, bouncing on his tail and thrusting an orange finger up high into the crisp, Autumn air. "You cannot grow too tired of Tiggers!" His spirits dropped suddenly, however, and he sat very hard upon his striped tail. "Or for friends." Though he spoke the words aloud, he said them not with glee or confidence but very, very glumly.
"C-Can you, Pooh Bear?" Piglet asked, reaching for Pooh's hand.
"I fear you can, Piglet. I could never grow tired of you, of course, but I fear others can grow tired of others' companies or even friendships."
"It figures," Eeyore drawled. "I know nobody wants to be friends with me." He stood and began to shuffle away.
"Now hold on there, Eeyore, old buddy, old pal!" Tigger cried, bouncing over to him. "Christopher Robin may be tired of us, but like Pooh said to Piglet, I'm not tired of you!" He threw his arms around the donkey.
"Really?"
"Yes, siree!"
"Yes," Pooh agreed from some length behind them. "I do not believe any of us will grow tired of the other, but I do fear our beloved Christopher Robin will never again come home to the One Hundred Acre Wood."
"Oh, my!" Piglet cried, his little hands flying to his mouth. "You mean never?"
Pooh nodded glumly.
"I am afraid our Pooh Bear may be right," Rabbit conceded.
"Whatever will we do?" Piglet asked, trembling.
Pooh reached out for his hand. He entwined their paws and slid a little closer as he answered, "What we've always done, Piglet. We will be here for each other." Until, he feared, their stuffing fell apart.
The End
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Characters/Pairings: Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Rabbit, Eeyore
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Pooh fears Christopher Robin isn't coming home.
Winnie looked around him. He and his friends had gathered for a picnic on the old, checkered blanket. The blanket had grown very old over the years and very grayed, and Pooh feared that he himself was beginning to look a bit worse for wears. Piglet, he'd noticed recently, had a stitch or two hanging out of his plush, and Pooh was afraid he looked just as bad if not worse.
He looked toward the setting sun where Owl was currently flying as he hummed to himself.
"Pooh... Pooh Bear, what's wrong?" Piglet asked.
"I am quite certain, Piglet, that Chirstopher Robin is not coming this time."
Rabbit's ears shot up. Eeyore's tail fell off. Tigger bounced onto the spring in his tail.
"Pooh, it's been some time since Christopher Robin had the time -- " Rabbit began.
"No, dear Rabbit, that's not quite what I meant. I fear he is not coming back. I am not a bear of many brains, but our forest used to be the central gathering point for us all with many games and fun days. And it has been many, many, many days since any of us last saw our dear Christopher Robin."
Rabbit licked a paw and then began to scrub his ear.
"Wh-What are you saying, Pooh Bear?"
"I am afraid, dear Piglet, that our dear Christopher Robin has outgrown us."
"Nonsensical!" Tigger declared, bouncing on his tail and thrusting an orange finger up high into the crisp, Autumn air. "You cannot grow too tired of Tiggers!" His spirits dropped suddenly, however, and he sat very hard upon his striped tail. "Or for friends." Though he spoke the words aloud, he said them not with glee or confidence but very, very glumly.
"C-Can you, Pooh Bear?" Piglet asked, reaching for Pooh's hand.
"I fear you can, Piglet. I could never grow tired of you, of course, but I fear others can grow tired of others' companies or even friendships."
"It figures," Eeyore drawled. "I know nobody wants to be friends with me." He stood and began to shuffle away.
"Now hold on there, Eeyore, old buddy, old pal!" Tigger cried, bouncing over to him. "Christopher Robin may be tired of us, but like Pooh said to Piglet, I'm not tired of you!" He threw his arms around the donkey.
"Really?"
"Yes, siree!"
"Yes," Pooh agreed from some length behind them. "I do not believe any of us will grow tired of the other, but I do fear our beloved Christopher Robin will never again come home to the One Hundred Acre Wood."
"Oh, my!" Piglet cried, his little hands flying to his mouth. "You mean never?"
Pooh nodded glumly.
"I am afraid our Pooh Bear may be right," Rabbit conceded.
"Whatever will we do?" Piglet asked, trembling.
Pooh reached out for his hand. He entwined their paws and slid a little closer as he answered, "What we've always done, Piglet. We will be here for each other." Until, he feared, their stuffing fell apart.
The End
