"There, Olivia, was where Christopher Robin was laid to rest."
Roo let out a tired breath. The journey here was a long one, full of bumps and rattles, dust and misleading directions.
"Grandpa, I don't see a tombstone."
Roo spread out a arm to the creek rushing below.
"Olivia, this was where Christopher Robin was casted into the waters. Cast wouldn't be a good expression, for we cremated him like your great grandmother."
"There, Olivia, was Winnie the Pooh's childhood home." Roo pointed up the path to Winnie the Pooh's home, a historical plaque embedded into the old tree. A historian was digging with a trowel next to the house, for historical artifacts from the standoff still could be found around.
"That famous outlaw, Winnie the Pooh? Geez, Grandpa, you making up stories again?"
"Well, it actually happened." Roo tried to explain, "But I was indirectly involved in it, so to speak."
"Yeah, right." Olivia dropped a stick into the rushing water and watched with delight as it floated downstream and vanished around a bend and out of sight.
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The Bear with No Name
Historical FictionA Winnie the Pooh historical fan-fiction set years after the works of A.A Milne and Disney books and movies, chronicles the grown-up Christopher Robin, a military officer, searching for his childhood friend, Pooh, now a vicious bandit and killer.
