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Winnie the Pooh and the blustery day.
Jan. 11th, 2007 10:29 am"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't see you on the guest list."
"Great God, man!", thundered the little animal. "Do you know who I am? I'm Winston T. Pooh, and I'm a very important bear in the Hundred Acre Wood! If you don't let me in, I'll see that Owl hers about it. What do you think of that, hmn?"
"Your name isn't on the list, sir."
"If you don't let me past there'll be Hell to pay, you mark my words. I'm a very good friend of Christopher Robin, you know."
"Sorry, sir."
Poohs face turned bright red and he leant over, breath heavy with the smell of potent honey. "You haven't heard the last of this, my good man. Mark my words, I'll have your guts for garters". And with that he strutted away.
"Great God, man!", thundered the little animal. "Do you know who I am? I'm Winston T. Pooh, and I'm a very important bear in the Hundred Acre Wood! If you don't let me in, I'll see that Owl hers about it. What do you think of that, hmn?"
"Your name isn't on the list, sir."
"If you don't let me past there'll be Hell to pay, you mark my words. I'm a very good friend of Christopher Robin, you know."
"Sorry, sir."
Poohs face turned bright red and he leant over, breath heavy with the smell of potent honey. "You haven't heard the last of this, my good man. Mark my words, I'll have your guts for garters". And with that he strutted away.
