Jesus in Heaven I want to eat some honey with Winnie the Pooh. That guy loved eating honey. He really did. I liked Winnie the Poohs voice. I could tell that he was hungry for some honey. He would get his nose stuck in the pot, thats how much he loved honey. Winnie the Pooh could not wait for the honey to drip down into his mouth, so he would stick his mouth in the pot.
I liked the episodes when Winnie the Pooh would get distracted from a task because he wanted to eat some honey. Also, Winnie didn't have any fingers but he still ate honey. Sometimes bees would get furious at Winnie the Pooh for stealing the honey, but Winnie just didn't know any better. He simply loved eating some honey.
Sometimes Winnie wouldn't want to do something, but you could convince him to do something for you if you gave him a pot of honey. That's because Winnie loved honey, and would do anything it took to eat some. I like that attitude. Winnie had a great attitude.
There was this one episode where the wind blew a baby bird away from her mom. I hated that episode because it made me cry, and also, I don't recall Winnie eating any honey during that episode.
Also that rabbit made me furious because he was always whining. Why couldn't that rabbit just relax? Also I remember he had a stove at his home. I hated that stove for some reason.
The owl was smart, I guess. He read the dictionary. That was pretty gay. If I were an owl I'd fly around at night and eat some rats. I'd move around my neck and hoot when I saw some rats. Not sitting around and look at the dictionary all day.
Nervous pigs were involved as well. I'm talking about Piglet. He was a small nervous pig that always worried about frienship. I wish his sweater were a different color though. You shouldn't wear flesh colored turtle necks. It's not becoming.
Tigger loved to tackle people. He was energetic and brave. What a handsome beast. Sometimes he'd tackle Winnie when he was eating some honey! Can you imagine how Winnie felt? Just eating some honey and then being tackled by Tigger? Oh boy. Those two! What a confident cat.
Eeyore was a sad, lovable donkey. He didn't want to bother anyone. He moved very slow and spoke even slower. You know this, why am I even telling you? I don't know about you, but I wanted to give Eeyore a big hug. Pet his mane and tell him he was a good donkey.
Anyways this weekend I am going to eat a few pots full of honey. Just lick that honey and enjoy it like Winnie would. Steal some fresh honey from the bees. I'll let you know how it goes.