The Cake is Delicious! (Part Two)

Chapter 11.2 : The Cake is Delicious!

"Farewell?"

"Are you going somewhere far, far away?" asked a downhearted Roo.

"I don't know," replied the sad boy, " I don't know if it is far or near."

"Will you come back?"

"Maybe," answered Doll as he remembered the words he heard in the mess hall.

The little creatures of Thousand Acres forest had gathered to bid Doll a farewell. Tigger and Owl proposed they have a Going Away Party so that goodbye wouldn't seem as sad.

Pooh brought a jar of honey decorated with a bow and Kanga baked a lovely cake. Rabbit packed a few freshly plucked carrots and Owl wrote a card for him. The card was messy with the words "HIPY PAPY GUUI INING WAIAI." scrawled upon the front.

They played and frolicked about. For a while, Doll forgot that it was supposed to be a sad event.

Then the bouncy Tigger came in and sang a little Going Away song he wrote 'es-pe-shully' for him.

" We have a wonderful time,

where bounce and flounce and chime,

And remember to keep the spirits,

while we hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, bounce, hop-"

"That's enough hops," said Rabbit.

"-hop, hop away merrily!"

He ended it in a flourish by shaking Doll's hands," Congratulations on your Going Away!"

As he was squeezed into a bear- or rather, a Tigger hug- he felt a small tug on his hem. "Eeyore?"

Eeyore held up a a tiny flower. It was yellow and pretty with a slightly scrunched up stalk.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to. You're coming with me, right?" Doll shook his head and said with a smile, "It's your Going Away Party too."

"It's not my Going Away."

The Piglet sobbed as he ate his piece of cake.

"Not yours?"

"No."

And Doll understood. "Why?"

"Because he doesn't belong to this story," came a voice.

"It's Christopher Robin!", exclaimed a Pooh.

A brown haired boy was hanging off the low boughs of a tiny tree. "None of us do. It's in your mind," He continued. "You read about us in a book."

"That's not a very good way to joke," said Doll firmly.

"We're not joking," said Christopher as he looked at Doll in the eyes and came closer, " It's you who needs to wake up."

Then he smiled.

And handed him a jar.

And put a flower in his hair.

"Happy Going Away, Farewell."

And the Thousand Acre Woods was no more.