There was nothing that led them to suspect rabies in the beginning; Pooh’s face was always dripping with honey; honey bubbles looked a lot like foam. Then Piglet went away – supposedly on vacation – and the cottages downwind of Pooh’s Corner began to smell bacon on the breeze. It was a sad day in the Hundred Acre Wood when Christopher Robin called the rangers.
“You say he told you to stockpile honey and stay inside … and you say that he transformed as he flew up into the air?” Owl squinted one eye as he stared at the bear. “That’s right,” Pooh replied, licking some honey off of his lips. “Eeyore wasn’t a donkey anymore; he was a horse and a rider!” Owl hooted softly. “So, there were four horseman riding through a blood red sky?” he sighed. “That’s very odd. Perhaps it’s TOO odd to think about before lunch.” They nodded at each other and Owl cut the pie. (For Nicole)