Rabbit joined Kessie near the front of the line with the other Blue Birds. It was as everyone was starting to settle back that movement was seen in the woods. A hush fell on everyone. From the trees came a small Woozle. On its back rode a smaller figure covered in a black hooded robe. Kanga held her breath at the sight of the rider trudging through the snow. He was soon joined by a league of Woozles, each one slithering out of the woods. They moved in a mass that was uniform and chaotic all at once. Dark molasses spilling over tree roots and spilling onto the powdered ground like a growing infection.

“Were there always that many Woozles?” Clover asked, amazed at the never ending flood.

“I don’t think we ever knew how many there were.” Piglet put out his pipe.

As Roo and his army came forward, Tigger and Kanga led theirs towards them. Once Roo came to a stop, Tigger, Kanga and everyone else did the same.

“What happens now?” Clover asked.

“Now, we talk.” Tigger and Kanga moved forward while signaling everyone else to stay. As they did, Roo rode up on his small ride while his army stayed behind.