Fairy Tale in the style of The Road

Winnie the Pooh

   We'll go look for it, he called out.

   Sometimes when people have finished taking a person's house there are bits that they don't want and are glad for the person to take back. So I thought if we just went-

   Come on.

   In little time they got to the corner of the field by the side of the pine wood.

   There. Not a stick left. I've still got all this snow. Don't complain.

   But the boy wasn't listening he was listening to something else.

   Can you hear it, he said

   What is it? Somebody laughing.

    Listen.

   They both listened. A deep gruff voice singing that the more it snowed the more it went on snowing and a high pitched voice tiddeley pomming.

   It's Pooh, said the boy

   Possibly, said Eyeore.

   And Piglet.

   Probably. What we want is a trained bloodhound.

   The words of the song changed suddenly.