Pooh made his way to Rabbits house. He saw Tigger bouncing off in the distance. So Pooh a bear of little brain, had an idea.
He crushed the carrots and squashed the squash. He chucked the cabbage into trees, smashing them to bits. He mutilated the mushrooms and ripped out the radishes. He tore the turnips and bashed the broccoli. He creamed the cauliflower and plundered the peppers. He killed the kale and crashed the corn. He beat the beets and slapped the spinach silly.
Then ever so calmly the rampage ended and Pooh walked to Rabbits house with a smile on his face. He knocked twice then a third time just for good measure.
Rabbit answered the door.
"Hi Pooh, what can I do for you?"
Rabbit seemed to not notice the blood on Pooh's ear.
"Well it appears that Tigger destroyed your garden again, and after some honey I would want to help you repair the garden. Hm hm." Pooh laugh.
"My garden!" Rabbit was ravished from his garden by Pooh who happily said,
"Well I can help you, but do I get a smackeral of something sweet?"
"Yes Pooh take what you want, I just- I - I - I'm just going to strangle Tigger and make a chair out of his hide and then I will put his body in a crock pot and let it simmer for a whole day while I drink a great big glass of tasty lemonade. Ahh that sound quite lovely Pooh. What do you think?"
But Sociopath Pooh thought that was child's play so he didn't listen.
"Yes that's what I'll do." Rabbit continued clasping his hand together walking back out towards the garden. "He will suffer like no other creature in these woods ever have seen."
But Pooh already stuck his head into the pot and soon he was full. He tried getting back out the other door the hole. He got stuck.
"Oh bother, I've done this before. Rabbit help."
But Rabbit was busy punching Tigger in the face. Pooh was just about to call for help again when he found himself being pushed out of the hole. It was Tigger. He must have escaped.
"Come on buddy boy let's run. Rabbits mad. He thinks I destroyed his garden." Tigger started to bound away.
"Tigger stop, I have to tell you something."
Tigger stopped bouncing and listen.
"I must whisper it in you ear."
"Oh but we better hurry."
Pooh leaned in and fell down on Tigger.
"OOf!"
Then Pooh bit into the warm flesh. Blood sprayed everywhere.
When Pooh was done devouring what was left of Tigger Pooh turned to Rabbit in the front of the house. Rabbit was on his knees crying that all his work was for nothing.
"Rabbit, Tigger didn't destroy the garden, I did."
"Yo- You did? You destroyed my garden?"
"To be fair you weren't going to live much longer anyways."
"What?"
"Thanks for the honey hm hm" Pooh smiled, then he greedily chomped on Rabbits ears until they fell off. Rabbit ran in circles and he tripped and fell.
Pooh bit off his tail and then ate him too.
Then Pooh headed to owls house for tea, honey, feathers, and BLOOD.
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Winnie the Pooh is a Killer
General FictionThe 100 acre wood is full of happiness, or is it? Perhaps Pooh has a darker secret to tell. I do not own any of the characters of course and all credit goes to A. A. Mille Read at your own digression. I rate this 15 and up.