Ooh, a slight subversion of the usual Pooh trope wherein Pooh awakens with a vague notion and wanders the Hundred Acre Wood to consult his friends -- but everywhere he knocks, no on is home! Left in isolation, Pooh quickly spirals into paranoid thoughts, suspecting a heffalump and woozle invasion. Fortunately for the kiddies, the story reverts to form and ends with a party.

"They say it's your birthday. Well, it's my birthday too, yeah."

(My Pooh Project: I love Winnie the Pooh, and so does my wife. Having a daughter gave us a chance to indoctrinate her into the cult by buying and reading her every Pooh book we came across. How many is that? I’m going to count them this year by reading and reviewing one every day and seeing which month I finally run out. Track my progress here:
https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/23954351-rod-brown?ref=nav_mybooks&she... ) ( )

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