Warm summers and cold winters; loving friends and families, fun stories and adventures, hunting for honey and heffalumps. The trip that would impact my life forever. If I had a plane ticket and could go anywhere I would go to the Hundred Acre Wood. When I arrive in the Hundred Acre Wood I see trees as they sway back and forth in a harmonious tune. Warm wind greet me as I make my way down the path to Christopher Robin’s house. I will then see Owl, who will proceeded to welcome me into his peaceful home. He is a very wise owl and will tell me many truths and tales. After our long discussion, I will be certain to reach Christopher Robin’s before the sun made its way behind the trees. For when it becomes dark it will be hard to maneuver my way through the woods.…show more content… Unable to find any, he will then ask me if I would like to help him find some, agreeing we set out on our important quest. Not finding any honey at Roo’s or Tiger’s we will then proceed to the Honey Tree. Eventually, against my better judgement, I will allow Pooh Bear to talk me into climbing to the top of the tree where the bee hive is located. The beehive, a round, fat ball of wax, contains thousands of bees, all determined to protect their precious honey. Carrying a heavy glass honey jar, I will carefully make my way to the top of the tree. My uneasiness grows with every branch I pass, and once I get to the hive the bees will be guarding their beloved honey. I will slowly reach my hand in and pull out a handful of the precious, gold, sweet honey; along with many unyielding bee stings. I will make my way down the tree as fast as I can and when I get to the bottom, with the bees right on my tail, my companions and I will take off in a dash back to Christopher Robin’s house. Once there we will enjoy the warm goodness of the honey and the loving feeling of
