This was an amazing amalgam of A.A.Milne and Cormac McCarthy. As Pooh and Eeyore talked and walked in circles and thought about counting down from ten, you felt the impermanance of everything: Christopher Robin, the trees, the hundred acre woods, and even those made of fluff. Bravo.
What a piece! If it wasn't technically fanfic this would win some kind of award for originality. I archived this story so you better not delete it!
I appreciate that and thanks for reading!
Oh my goodness. This was incredible. Bawling my eyes out at the end. Just beautiful and masterfully written. Going to save this and read it again.
After reading this, all my fluff is messed up...
It was brilliant, though...
This was an amazing amalgam of A.A.Milne and Cormac McCarthy. As Pooh and Eeyore talked and walked in circles and thought about counting down from ten, you felt the impermanance of everything: Christopher Robin, the trees, the hundred acre woods, and even those made of fluff. Bravo.