Pooh Bear cracked the blinds. Sunshine. Its looking to be a pretty goddamn good day, thought Pooh. Last night, he and Fiona had gone on a date. Hed managed to go the entire evening without spilling anything on his swank new red shirt, which was a bonus. More importantly, Fiona hadnt excused herself to the bathroom and never returned. She stayed. And she laughed. Even when Pooh Bear mispronounced schwarma, she laughed. Which made Pooh laugh, too. Going out for Mediterranean food had been Fionas idea. Next time, thought Pooh, were going to Sizzler. At least I can pronounce shit on the menu there. As the evening wound down, Pooh Bear walked foxy Fiona back to her fox hole. The moon was out and cast a nice light on her front stoop. There was quite a nice Maple tree right outside her door. An uptown broad, thought Pooh. What the hell is she doing with the likes of me? All Pooh could think of was his low-rent tree stump. Fiona had a whole tree. Pooh Bear sighed. And just as he was about to turn away and disappear into the moonlight-drenched woods, Fiona grabbed his paw and placed a perfectly foxy kiss on his Pooh Bear cheek. Pooh felt like hed eaten an entire hive full of bees. His tummy was buzzing and his head was spinning. He saw her eyes reflecting the moons beams. Her smile, those pointy teeth glistening in the night light. And that dress. Damn, that dress. A little green number that was classy as all get out. It looks good on her, thought Pooh. And itll look even better on my bedroom floor. Of course, he didnt say this out loud. Instead, he kept his dirty Bear Thoughts to his dirty Bear Self. He simply shuffled off home to his tree stump, and promptly switched on Cinemax. And thought of what kind of soon would be to soon to call Fiona up and ask her out to anyplace BUT his tree stump. #unpublishedWinniethePooh
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 19:52:45 +0000
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