Dear Christopher Robin,

It’s been quite some time now, since you’ve visited the hundred-acre-wood. And without you here, things don’t feel as they should.

Kanga’s been worried, so has little roo. Although he’s all grown up now, and I suppose you are too.

And I miss you Christopher Robin,

I really, truly, do.

I would trade all the honey in the world to play again with you.

So please, oh please, do come back soon.

                                Sent with much love, 

                                     your friend, Pooh.