Icon viewers:
Note: The Icon will send all responses to this to the caretakes of Winnie.
I'm a poor, lost Winnie the Pooh.
I woke up Saturday evening to find myself wet and alone in Buckeye Park. It was just me and a smelly old pair of sandals... I have no recollection of what happened... next time, I'm calling it quits after the second jar of honey.
Suddenly I heard footsteps coming towards me. I heard two little girls talking. Then I found myself being lifted into the air by little hands, and gently placed in a bicycle basket.
They took me to their home. They gave me a really thorough bath, because they said I'd been outside all through a thunderstorm. (I don't remember that either... oh dear oh dear.)
Then I was spun round and round, and when I came to I was clean, warm, fluffy and VERY dizzy. Happily, my jingle is jingling melodiously once more.
Now I want to go home to my owner, if I can find them. I hope they read this and email [email protected], so they can come get me.
Signed,
Winnie's caretakers
