Deep in the Hundred Acre Wood, Christopher Robin and his friends have had many wonderful adventures.

And if I'm correct, I believe we have just enough time to see one.

On this crisp autumn morning, Winnie the Pooh was warming himself when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of his poo-coo clock.

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

He was reminded that it was time to do something, but the exact something was something he couldn't quite remember.

Oh yes, time for my stoutness exercise.

I am stout, round, and I have found, speaking poundage-wise, I improve my appetite when I exercise.

Oh, stuff and fluff.

That's better, thank you.

Now where was I?

Oh yes, I'm rumbly in my tumbly.

Time for something sweet.

I am short, fat, proud of that, and so with all my might, I up, down, up, down to my appetite's delight.

While I up, down, touch the ground, I think of things to chew, like honey, and milk, and chocolate.

With a hefty, happy appetite, I'm a hefty, happy Pooh.

With a hefty, happy appetite, he's a hefty, happy Pooh.

No bother, empty again.

Only the sticky parts left.

That buzzing noise means something.

And the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're a bee.

And the only reason for being a bee is to make honey.

And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.

And so Pooh went off in search of satisfying his rumbly tumbly, but that is an entirely different story for an entirely different time.