If you need me, I'll be in the Hundred Acre Woods

If you’re looking for me, you’ll find me in the Hundred Acre Woods, where the honey’s always flowing, Eeyore’s tail’s falling off (again), Rabbit’s fixing his garden, Piglet’s right on my heels, Owl’s hooting questionable wisdom, Gopher’s still whistling through his teeth, and Tigger’s bouncing with a boundless energy. I’ll make my way through a blustery day one step at a time with Piglet. Then, I’ll do what Pooh would do. I’ll find a tree to sit under and just think, think, think. I’ll follow the sunshine and look for pots of honey. I’ll always be in the mood for a snack. I’ll climb and climb and climb, and if I climb too high, I’ll float away on the belly of a balloon, with a swarm of angry bees zipping behind me into the clouds. If I fall asleep, I’ll tumble into dreams, and if those dreams turn into nightmares, I’ll fight off the heffalumps and woozles. I’ll wake up to Christopher Robin calling my name, and I’ll tell him it’s my favorite day, “Today.”