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Unintentions.
It was a bright and breezy night. Roo was staring at the moon through a haze of thistle smoke, sitting at the top of the tallest fir tree and letting his feet dangle precariously over the forest floor. Kanga thought he was sleeping over at Tigger's house. Tigger was passed out on the sofa.
He just wanted a little air, that was all. He flicked the exhausted thistle weed into the wind and stretched his arms over the still forest below him. Wondered how far the wind could carry him, the distance between here and down there, the time it'd take to descend, and, if a joey falls in a forest and no one is there to hear him, does he make a sound?
(It'd go like this: his mother would be heartbroken, Pooh would think think think about how he fell and Piglet would be sure that it was the doing of a Hefflalump; Rabbit would fuss over the disposal of the body and Owl would be sure that the proper way to do it was head down first it was in a book, you know; Gopher would offer to dig the hole, Eeyore would offer to provide flowers for the funeral, and Tigger wouldn't find out until the day afterwards when he woke up from his hangover.)
Roo sighed. Things hadn't been the same since Christopher Robin left.
together you and me, together forever
It was a bright and breezy night. Roo was staring at the moon through a haze of thistle smoke, sitting at the top of the tallest fir tree and letting his feet dangle precariously over the forest floor. Kanga thought he was sleeping over at Tigger's house. Tigger was passed out on the sofa.
He just wanted a little air, that was all. He flicked the exhausted thistle weed into the wind and stretched his arms over the still forest below him. Wondered how far the wind could carry him, the distance between here and down there, the time it'd take to descend, and, if a joey falls in a forest and no one is there to hear him, does he make a sound?
(It'd go like this: his mother would be heartbroken, Pooh would think think think about how he fell and Piglet would be sure that it was the doing of a Hefflalump; Rabbit would fuss over the disposal of the body and Owl would be sure that the proper way to do it was head down first it was in a book, you know; Gopher would offer to dig the hole, Eeyore would offer to provide flowers for the funeral, and Tigger wouldn't find out until the day afterwards when he woke up from his hangover.)
Roo sighed. Things hadn't been the same since Christopher Robin left.
together you and me, together forever