Pooh, the Heartless Monster
They call me mad. Am I mad? That would depend on how you would define mad. If you say that madness is an indescribable emotion that gives you a joy that is beyond happiness, then yes, I am mad.
I am sitting here, in this jail cell, writing what gave me this madness. Others may hopefully avoid this madness, and all together avoid death, which is waiting for me tomorrow. Sometimes I believe my trial was unfair, for I am not made of flesh and blood, but stuff, for I am a stuffed animal. Because of this, I had no heart that could give me true remorse. If I had a heart, it would have stopped this madness at it’s roots.
I was once an innocent stuffed, yellow bear. It was a happy life, in the hundred acre woods. Christopher Robin took care of me, along with Piglet, Eyore, Tigger, and Roo. He gave me the honey which I loved so much. It was the heavenly drink. I loved it so much, I had dozens of jars, filled with honey. I was drunk with honey. I ate honey, every day, every meal, all the time. I even fell asleep with a jar of honey over my head.
Of course, everthing eventually changed, as all things do. It started the day I found Eyore’s tail. I didn’t really occur to me that it was a tail, but pieces of bundled string. I thought, it could be used to strap cloth covers over my honey jars, for many of my jars were missing lids. I was strapping the last of the cloth covers when Piglet came over. He was asking me for a paint brush. I gave him one. He was about to walk away when he saw the bow for Eyore’s tail. He asked me what it was. I then realized that the strings were Eyore’s tail. I told Piglet that it was a gift for Christopher. Piglet had a questioning look on his face, but then shook his head in dismissal and walked away. I realized that he would expect me to give it to Christopher soon so I would have to think of a cover story to make it so that it would seem that the bow would be gone.
A few days later, Christopher had called a meeting to everyone in the Hundred Acre Woods. He said that Eyore had lost his tail again and would like anyone who had seen it to report. Piglet then said he might be getting a present containing it. I was fuming. How dare had he try to convict me! To insult me further, he looked straight at me and winked. Christopher saw it and asked me if I knew anything about it. I denied it. Piglet had a questing look on his face. Christopher then brought an end to the meeting and said that if anyone were to find Eyore’s tail to go to him.
The anger I felt toward Piglet that day was indescribable. He would pay. I planned my revenge.
My plan started with inviting Piglet over to tea. If all went according to plan, then Piglet would just somehow die by an accident with a big rock falling on him. When he arrived, I told him to sit down. I went and brought the tea and honey to the table. I used the spreading knife to put some butter on the bread and gave it to Piglet. I then asked casually if he had reported the ribbon. He replied that he didn’t and was surprised that I didn’t do it yet and he would do it for me if I didn’t want to. Sign out
This angered me so much that I squeezed my cup with all my strength to prevent that anger from coming out. My anger was too strong for the cup, for it shattered to pieces. Piglet jumped in surprise. Piglet was about to say something when I looked at him, straight in the eye, and made a face of pure hatred. He froze in fear. At that moment I decided to ditch my plan. I grabbed of shard of the shattered cup and stared at him for a few more seconds with my menacing look. Then, I lunged. I pinned him to the ground, with one arm on his neck and one around the cup shard as I prepared for the deliver the blow that would take his life. Then, out of Piglet’s mouth, came a shrill, unearthly sound that pierced through like ice. On his face was a look of fear, surprise, betrayal, even confusion. “Pooh, what are you doing?” He said in a strangled voice. “Why are you trying to kill me. I don’t understand. I thought you were my friend. I trusted you. Please stop. I didn’t know it would make you mad, I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone, I swear. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”
