I’m empty & I’m cold & my heart's about to break
Aug 15, 2009 20:57:35 GMT -5
Post by pippie on Aug 15, 2009 20:57:35 GMT -5
[Yes this is open... couldn't fit it in the title! Sorry =P]
Everywhere Pooh had gone he’d seen destruction and even in the jungle of Discovery Island there were trees on their sides, buildings toppled over, it was one big mess. For a long, long time now Pooh had been sad, his ears were always drooped it seemed.
A noise above him had him glancing up and he wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. The weather had been acting mighty strange lately. Some nights it was clear and beautiful, the moon and starlight making a glow around what was once the most enchanted place... and some nights it was dark, cold, windy and... lonely.
Tonight it was darker then dark, with a touch of wind rustling what trees were left standing above. The clouds were looming overhead and he could hear a soft rumble off in the distance. Well, that certainly wasn’t his tummy rumbling, unless his tummy had run off home.
With a sad sigh Pooh wandered through the jungle, looking for a sheltered spot to sleep for the night and possibly a friendly face... or two. The destruction was hard enough to bare on its own, but what was worse for this bear of very little brain was that he hadn’t seen his friends in so long...
Pit-Pat-Pit-Pat. The sound of rain hitting the jungle leaves started from above and he shivered once more, really needing to find that sheltered spot soon. He stumbled around, tripping a few times over vines on the ground and a few small stones.
The ground was turning to mud and Pooh was struggling harder to climb up a small hill where a fallen over tree lay, logged out and dry inside. His fur was wet now and he was shivering harder as he reached for a vine to help him up but his arm didn’t stretch that far and he slid down the hill, his front completely soaked in mud. Bother.
“I do suppose... there’s no way I’ll be getting up there tonight...” he said to himself gloomily. With a sigh he took a jungle leaf, large enough to cover his tiny teddy body and wrapped it around himself in hopes to keep dry and stayed underneath a bit of shelter from the other leaves still hanging. Lightening flashed all around him, the storm was growing closer, the rumble of thunder loud.
“Christopher Robin...” he whispered sadly, closing his eyes tightly and wrapping his arms around himself and the leaf. “Where are you...”
Everywhere Pooh had gone he’d seen destruction and even in the jungle of Discovery Island there were trees on their sides, buildings toppled over, it was one big mess. For a long, long time now Pooh had been sad, his ears were always drooped it seemed.
A noise above him had him glancing up and he wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. The weather had been acting mighty strange lately. Some nights it was clear and beautiful, the moon and starlight making a glow around what was once the most enchanted place... and some nights it was dark, cold, windy and... lonely.
Tonight it was darker then dark, with a touch of wind rustling what trees were left standing above. The clouds were looming overhead and he could hear a soft rumble off in the distance. Well, that certainly wasn’t his tummy rumbling, unless his tummy had run off home.
With a sad sigh Pooh wandered through the jungle, looking for a sheltered spot to sleep for the night and possibly a friendly face... or two. The destruction was hard enough to bare on its own, but what was worse for this bear of very little brain was that he hadn’t seen his friends in so long...
Pit-Pat-Pit-Pat. The sound of rain hitting the jungle leaves started from above and he shivered once more, really needing to find that sheltered spot soon. He stumbled around, tripping a few times over vines on the ground and a few small stones.
The ground was turning to mud and Pooh was struggling harder to climb up a small hill where a fallen over tree lay, logged out and dry inside. His fur was wet now and he was shivering harder as he reached for a vine to help him up but his arm didn’t stretch that far and he slid down the hill, his front completely soaked in mud. Bother.
“I do suppose... there’s no way I’ll be getting up there tonight...” he said to himself gloomily. With a sigh he took a jungle leaf, large enough to cover his tiny teddy body and wrapped it around himself in hopes to keep dry and stayed underneath a bit of shelter from the other leaves still hanging. Lightening flashed all around him, the storm was growing closer, the rumble of thunder loud.
“Christopher Robin...” he whispered sadly, closing his eyes tightly and wrapping his arms around himself and the leaf. “Where are you...”