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.