“Is that right Pooh?” Christopher responded. “I’m not sure if I can still keep up with all of you,” he turned to look at Clover, “but it should still be fun.”

“So you’ll help me?” Clover asked, a smile spreading on her face despite her reddened eyes.

“Of course I will.” Christopher stood up with Pooh bear at his side. He stretched and started for the door while giving the Bakson one last look. “We’re off to war dear, but we should be back on time for dinner.”

“See that you are.” The Bakson said with a smile.

As they came to the door, Christopher reached into a basket and pulled out a long black weapon of formidable sharpness.

“Mustn’t forget my sword.” He said while testing its weight. As he did this, Pooh looked to the room they first saw the Bakson in and pointed towards it with his paw.

“If we’re going to war, may I use an empty honey pot as a helmet Christopher Robin?”

“I don’t think a honey pot will make a good helmet.” Clover said, still getting use to the talking Bear.

“Perhaps,” Pooh responded, “but it would make me very happy.”