Poodington One-Shots (Pooh x Paddington)

THREE: pooh returns to the hundred acre woods

winnie the pooh must return to the hundred acre woods per popular request from his friends. his journey in london and with paddington must come to an end.

WARNING: major character departure, some emotional scenes

all good things come to an end! (except this one, this work isn't exactly a good thing so to speak)

if any survivors are left until this chapter, i wholeheartedly salute you. you are your own hero. you have shown strength and perseverance, fighting your hard-earned way to this final original chapter. here's a jar of honey to commemorate you.

remember, climate change is real and i love you. thank you for sticking with my weird writing until here!
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winnie the pooh stepped onto the train. the clock chimed eight times. it was time to go. his eyes never left the window; neither did paddington's; a small brown bear standing on the edge of the platform. the train whooted. neither bear said anything, for they both knew it deep in their hearts. the wheel turned faster and faster. if pooh could choose, he would never let go of paddington's hand. but the train did not change its mind. as it moved away from the platform, grasp turned into touch, and touch turned into reach. the train did not show sympathy. as the last strand of honey-golden fur slipped off from the creamy brown hair, pooh felt a drop of warm liquid falling down from his eyes.

goodbye paddington bear, he whispered to himself.

the platform was now a toy to his eyes, and the brown speck that has now made a home in pooh's heart vanished from the horizon.

pooh let the stream of tears on his face dry up. the landscape of the lively london now became a vast field of trees.

orange trees.

" winnie the pooh, i'm never leaving your heart," paddington told him the night before he left. "and you will never leave mine. when i see the sun, i shall think of your warmth, when i hear the bees, it shall be a reminder of your laughter. and you--" paddington paused and poked his blunt finger at pooh's heart. "and you, you silly old bear. keep me in the orange trees. let the colour remind you of our happy times, and i'll always be there right next to you."

pooh gazed away at the field. every scene was still so fresh; the memories rushed in and pooh closed his eyes.

pooh was woken up from his daze by the smell of freshly baked bread.

"would you like honey or marmalade to go with your bread, sir?"

"both." pooh finally said as quietly as one could hear. "i'll take both, please."

the bread was served n front of pooh, the left half covered with gold, the right with orange. pooh found his hand mixing the two confectioneries together.

pooh didn't know why, but one thing was made certain to him. ever since that fluffy brown bear came into his life, pooh knew that his honey would never taste the same without a hint of marmalade ever again .