Gunshots.

Title : Snap! goes the carrot. [Part 2]
Rated : Pg 15.( not for the weak hearted!.lol. )
Warnings : mild Soft toy violence.
Characters: Rabbit and Piglet. .(main) The others join in the fun too. :P
Disclaimer: The characters belong to A.A.Milne, .not me.
Summary : Part two of the twisted story.The discovery and aftermath of Pooh's death.
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It was a bright and sunny day in the Hundred Achre Woods. The bees were buzzing, the birds were singing, it was a perfect day for all the habitants to go out and have some fun. Exciting new adventures were waiting for them. OR DOES IT?!

Little Piglet woke up very early that morning. He had promise Pooh that he would help him get some more honey from the bees today. Their past attempts were always a failure, but they managed to get some thanks to Rabbit's briliant ideas. After cleaning his little house, Piglet opened the door and sets out to The House at Pooh Corner.

''Wooohoohoohoohoo!! Heya Piglet!'' said the springy Tigger as he bounced by. ''H-h-hello Tigger.'' Piglet waved and continued his path. After ten minutes of walking, the little pink creature finally reached his destination. Walking up to the tree house with the ''Mr. Sanderz'' sign above, he knocked on the door. To Piglet's surprise, the door swung open slowly. It wasn't even closed.
''P-p-pooh?'' Piglet asked blindly, entering the room. He was greeted by an unpleasant sight. Honey jars were smashed on the floor, the clay glasses shattered. The sweey yellow substance were everywhere. ''Oh..D-d-dear.'' Piglet gasped as he continue searching for his best frined. ''Pooh? Are you t-t-here?'' he called out again. There weren't any response. That was when this horrified plush saw something on the floor, something that made him shriek- Pooh's hand.Just the arm, laying in the puddle of honey. 'Oh no..what happened to Pooh Bear?' Piglet thought. he began to panic.

Little Piglet ran around the house, fearing for the teddy bear's safety. He bursted into his room. There was nothing there, just Pooh's bed, with the only honey jar that was still in one piece on top of it. A feeling of fear swept through Piglet as he slowly crept closer to the bed, and took a glance at the jar. There it was, Pooh's head, squished into the jar, with the silly label ''Hunny'' stuck on his forehead. Piglet passed out.
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A day had passed since Winnie the Pooh's horrible death, and everyone was devastated. All, except for the bitter old Rabbit, of course. He was laughing his head off while watering his precious garden. ''He deserved it! '' was all he said. Christopher Robin's mother would've stitched Pooh back together, but the rest of the poor bear's body was never found.

Things were never the same from that day, Tigger never bounced by The House At Pooh Corner anymore, it brought up too many memories for everyone. Loosing Pooh was like sucking out the happiness in the Hundred Achre Woods. Roo cried in the arms of his mother Kanga, tears rolled down off Tigger and Owl's cheeks, and Eyeore was more depressed than usual.But the one who felt the most impact, was little Piglet. He coudln't believe that it was happening. Who would do such a thing to Pooh? then again, Who would even do such a horrible thing at all?

Note: I wrote this when I was 13 , I was under the HSM spell , So please DO NOT laugh. thanks!

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PRETEND

I can’t trust what people do or say,
All I want is to get through this day.
Everyone lies, cheat and fake
To be people they’re not
Not who they are, but what everybody thought?

Chorus:
Why do you have to pretend?
Why can’t u trust yourself and who you are?
Why do you have to pretend?
You know u can’t go very far.
Hold on to what you believe…….
I have always been your friend,
I know who you are inside,
Could just drop the act and
Stop pretending…………………

Once they start they can never stop,
They'll have to pretend to reach the top,
They don’t know just to be themselves,
So why don’t we help them change,
Why do we have to play their stage.

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
Can’t you be who you really are…it’s not that hard to be yourself
Everyone will you accept for who you are…..

(Repeat Chorus)
Stop pretending <2>
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Note: Okay, Let me start with some writing on this blog. Here's a new ..umm... twisted fan fiction I wrote about Winnie the Pooh! that kids love so much these days.

I was forced to watch winnie the pooh with my cousins for two whole hours. the tigger movie, was it? lol. I hated it. thus, this idea popped up. I was BORED.

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Title : Snap! goes the carrot.
Rated : Pg 15.( not for the weak hearted!.lol. )
Warnings : mild Soft toy violence.
Characters: Rabbit, Pooh.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to A.A.Milne, .not me.
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A huge clashing sound was made as the honey pot crashed onto the ground. A furious Rabbit stood on the table, emptying the shelf. Christopher Robins had a birthday party, and invited everyone in the Hundred Acre Woods, but forgotten to invite the poor rabbit, yet again.

Rabbit couldn't believe it. He was once loved, and needed by his owner, he was Christopher's first friend. He was happy then, playing with his owner, being cuddled up to. That was, of course, until the other fluffs came along.

First there was the dull Eeyore , which wasn't really a problem for him. He doesn't really say much. Then came the annoying bouncy Tigger, along with Kanga and her naive child, Roo. Rabbit thought the arrival of that pink little piglet plushie would be the last, but then it happened. Winnie - The -Damned - Pooh. That yellow ball of stupidity became Christopher Robin's favourite the moment he was brought back to the Woods.

More pots of honey were smashed to the floor. All with the labels misspelled ''Hunny'' on them. ''That stupid excuse for a bear.'' rabbit muttered under his breath.


The rabbit picked up a nicely decorated Photograph book, filled with good memories that he and Christopher Robin shared, before thing gotten bad. With all his strength, Rabbit tore the supposed birthday present for Christopher into shreds.

Throughout the years, the stress he received from his so called ''Family'' turned him into a bitter , old rabbit. It was always ,'Rabbit! my Hunny! ', or 'Rabbit , winters coming! and we have no food!' Rabbit this, rabbit that.
''I'm sick of it. sick of it all!'' he shrieked.
The only person he could at least relate to was Owl, who lived on a tall tree house. At least he was intelligent, unlike all the others who can't even read or write properly. He often said to the bird, 'You and I have brains. The others have fluff.'

After all that happened, crashing his garden, wasted his honey, stolen his vegetables that he planted with care, this was the last straw.
''How could they do this to me?'' he wondered, feeling rage and grieve at the same time.
''After everything I've done for them, the just used me, and threw me away like yesterday's honey pot?'' he said in tears , with anger rising in his body. They've always relied on his brilliant plans. Rabbit stared at the shattered pieces of the honey jars on the floor.
''You just wait precious little Pooh bear, I'll show you my best plan yet....'' rabbit laughed menacingly in the dark.....

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It was already midnight . The creatures of the Hundred Acre Woods were fast asleep after the big party . Pooh was really tired. ''Time for bed. '' the little bear yawned and stretch his arms. As he entered his house, he stepped on a sticky substance on the floor, Pooh dipped his fingerless paws on the floor and smelt it. It had a very sweet scent, which was the bear's favourite, - Honey. The confused bear looked around his house. Every single honey jar was broken into pieces on the floor, with honey spilled all over the place.

''Oh Brother,'' he said lazily and scratched his head. He was going to pick up the pieces when he saw a figure in the corner. Pooh jumped in surprise.

''Oh hiya Rabbit. Why you scared me there. ..'' he said with his cute , naive smile. Rabbit just kept quiet as he locked the door.
''How was the party my friend? Was it FUN?!'' he asked angrily. Pooh stepped back in fear.
''Why it was a fun party I would say. Weren't you there?'' Pooh was so clueless. This made Rabbit's rage grew even stronger. ''I wasn't invited, Pooh. But of course, it wasn't your fault, nothing was ever you fault.....'' he said , with a creepy smirk on his face. ''Wh..why are you here, Rabbit? C...can I h..elp you? '' Pooh was shaking as his guest walked closer to him. The bear tried to run, but he slipped on the honey and fell to the floor.

Rabbit was laughing frantically now. ''You should look at yourself right now, Pooh. How pathetic.'' he said. ''What are you doing, Rabbit?'' asked the bear in confusion, still on the pool of honey. Rabbit grabbed a sharp broken piece from the jar and jumped towards the frightened bear. ''This is for everything you've done to me.'' he said as he cuts the stitched on Pooh's left had, ignoring his screams.His arm fell on the pool of honey. ''Please...wabbit...'' he wasn't even talking straight anymore.

----------------------to be continued. If you want it to.---------------------------------

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