Favourite character from the Winnie-the Pooh stories?
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Orang Utan
Maybe I like the misery
He needs to lighten up
kyser_soze
Hawking's Angry Eyebrow
Tigger.
Chairman Meow
Perth, WA
Eeyore is obviously the best. I'm digging out Winnie the Pooh tonight to read to sprog again. 
Stigmata
sexual tyrannosaurus
Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
I want to say Eeyore, because he's so saaaaaaaaaad, but I love Tigger too.
So I can't vote in your flawed poll as there is no option for multiple choice
So I can't vote in your flawed poll as there is no option for multiple choice
Chairman Meow
Perth, WA
mrsfran
Well-Known Member
Ok I wrote this story some years ago because I had just been fired from a job in a bookshop.
In Which Eeyore Gets A Job
Eeyore blinked and raised his right foot. This made him sway a little. He thought to himself that he would probably fall over because there were thistles nearby and that's just What Would Happen. His feet were sore because he had been working hard all day. Miss Hornet had told him that if he worked for her all day in her fancy magazine shop she would give him a blanket to keep him warm when it snows and some money that he may spend as he pleased. While Eeyore didn't think that donkeys ought to be made to work for a living he liked the idea of the blanket and so he had said Yes to Miss Hornet.
All day long Eeyore picked up one magazine and put it somewhere else. Then he picked up another magazine and put it in another place. Sometimes he walked from one end of the shop all the way to the other and back again and he was Very Careful not to knock anything over. He was quite happy too-ing and fro-ing and didn't pay much mind to what was going on around him. Sometimes someone would ask him a question, like
"Sir, where are the magazines on boats?"
And he would nod them in the right direction. It was good work. But Miss Hornet wasn't happy. She had a face that looks cross even when it isn't. But today her face told the truth. She frowned and scowled and was a bit frightening to those that were inclined to be put off by fussiness. At the end of the day she took Eeyore aside.
"You don't Play Well With Others", she said. "Don't come back tomorrow."
So Eeyore tramped home with his tail swishing limply. When he got home he sat and stared for a bit at nothing much in particular. He was still sat there a little while later when Pooh appeared.
"Hullo Pooh" said Eeyore.
"Hullo Eeyore," replied Pooh brightly. "I was having a little smackerel of something and I wondered if you'd like to join Piglet and I in an evening Hum."
Quite suddenly, Piglet appeared from behind Pooh and gave Eeyore a little wave.
"We don't like to think of you here on your own all evening. Won't you come with us?"
"The thing is," said Eeyore "I am not so very much Cheerful today. Fun and merriment and all that. We can't all be ready to Hum at a moments notice."
Piglet looked anxious.
"What is it Eeyore? Has someone been teasing you? Did someone scare you? I should be very scared if I was here on my own all day."
"Yes Piglet, but I am not you and you are not me. It is not so much that someone teased me or scared me. Rather, I had a job today and I got to be thinking that it might be good to have a job everyday only Miss Hornet told me not to go back because I Don't Play Well With Others. We can't all have jobs I suppose. Still, I thought it might be nice to --"
Eeyore trailed off. Pooh, who had been all ready for a good Hum, was now feeling that he ought to Do Something for Eeyore to cheer him up. Being a bear of very little brain, he sat down so that he could have a good Think. If Eeyore wanted a job, what sort of job should he do? It would have to be a good job, something that Eeyore would surely like. This was a difficult problem and while Pooh sat thinking Difficult Thoughts he felt a little fluttering in his tummy. It was that special flutter that means it is almost certainly time for a little dab of sweet condensed milk or, even better, some honey. "Jobs," he thought. "Honey. Jobs. Honey-jobs!"
Pooh jumped to his feet.
"Beekeeper!" He said excitedly. "You could be a beekeeper!"
It was a little while later when they reached the middle of the 9 Acre Wood. Pooh had lead them to a special spot he happened to know where one might find bees going about their business. Eeyore looked around himself at the bees buzzing to and fro and thought to himself that they make rather a lot of noise for such small animals.
"So what does beekeeping involve then?" said Eeyore
Pooh looked up at the beehive hanging above their heads. It was hung from a big thick branch and was sure to contain much honey. Maybe as many as six or seven pots, although Pooh wasn't sure because sometimes he got confused when it came to counting. It wasn't that he didn't know how to, it was just that sometimes the numbers jumped ahead of themselves and came into his brain before he was quite ready to get to them.
"Well I suppose" said Pooh, licking his lips and thinking of honey, "that it would have to do with keeping bees. I would say you have to introduce yourself to the bees and see if they won't mind you keeping them for a little while."
A bee buzzed past Eeyore's nose. Piglet reached up and patted his shoulder.
"Go on Eeyore. I'm sure they will like you and let you keep them, if only for a little bit."
Eeyore stumped up to the tree from which the hive was hanging. He craned his neck up and said
"Hullo?"
Several bees flew past.
"Hullo. Hullo. How do -… could I-…. pleased to-"
Eeyore felt a little foolish. The bees weren't taking much notice of him at all. He swished his tale and turned in a slow circle before sitting humpily down. He wasn't going to talk to bees if they weren't going to talk back, and especially not if they were just going to buzz past his nose without so much as a look in his direction. Piglet thought to himself that maybe the bees were a little deaf. After all they must have very little ears. He pointed at Eeyore, thinking that if he showed them that Eeyore was Important they might pay attention. He pointed really hard, stretching his arm right out even though he was a Very Small Animal, but it didn't seem to do any good. He turned to Pooh and asked in a tentative voice
"Pooh, do you suppose we might be going about this the wrong way? What if beekeeping isn't about keeping bees at all. Maybe they aren't keen on being kept because I know that sometimes they can get cross and sting you and I shouldn't like to do anything to upset them. Even small creatures can be Fierce. Perhaps…. perhaps they would like us to keep something for them instead? Keeping things for bees?"
"Yes Piglet that is what beekeeping is, I remember now. I had forgotten because… because sometimes my brain gets very full. But now you have cleverly reminded me."
The tip of Piglet's nose went pink and he felt very proud of himself for being so Useful.
"We shall keep something safe for them. If you are going to keep something safe for someone it has to be something that is important and the thing which is most important to bees is honey."
Eeyore nodded at this. Yes, honey is what bees have and what he would keep for them. That would be a very Important job and there would be no Miss Hornet to scowl at him and he could do it at home where he would have space and not so much Bother. Pooh kindly said he would spare a few pots because just recently he had found that sometimes he would find himself at 11 o clock with a yearning for a little something sweet and would go to the larder and take down a pot only to find it empty and, after all, what use is an empty pot at 11 o clock?
While Pooh rushed home for the pots Piglet and Eeyore sat under the tree trying to look Helpful at the bees. Piglet was having a little more luck that Eeyore because one of them landed on his shoulder. Piglet said he thought he might have heard the bee say something but he couldn't be sure and he didn't want to press the matter. In time, Pooh returned with the pots.
Pooh, being the tallest of the three of them, reached up to the hive. He scooped out a big gloopy dollop of honey and put it in a pot. The bees didn't seem to mind all that much but Piglet felt that the best thing he could do would be do guard very carefully the space behind Eeyore where they couldn't see him. It smelled like just the kind of honey that bears like and Pooh licked his lips.
"This honey smells oh so very good."
"Pooh, this is Bee Keeping honey. Not, Bear eating honey," said Piglet, and Pooh knew that he was right.
It took quite a few trips to get all the honey to Eeyore's house and when it was all done they sat down for a well-deserved rest.
"I expect" said Pooh "That you will be very good at your new job and the bees will be very grateful to you."
"Yes well. I am a Bee Keeper and us Bee Keepers take our jobs very seriously. I shant leave the honey lying about where anyone may get at it. If you like you may come to visit me from time to time and we could share being Bee Keepers."
"I think" Pooh replied "I should like that very much."
And Eeyore almost smiled.
I wrote this story some years ago because I had just been fired from a job in a bookshop.In Which Eeyore Gets A Job
Eeyore blinked and raised his right foot. This made him sway a little. He thought to himself that he would probably fall over because there were thistles nearby and that's just What Would Happen. His feet were sore because he had been working hard all day. Miss Hornet had told him that if he worked for her all day in her fancy magazine shop she would give him a blanket to keep him warm when it snows and some money that he may spend as he pleased. While Eeyore didn't think that donkeys ought to be made to work for a living he liked the idea of the blanket and so he had said Yes to Miss Hornet.
All day long Eeyore picked up one magazine and put it somewhere else. Then he picked up another magazine and put it in another place. Sometimes he walked from one end of the shop all the way to the other and back again and he was Very Careful not to knock anything over. He was quite happy too-ing and fro-ing and didn't pay much mind to what was going on around him. Sometimes someone would ask him a question, like
"Sir, where are the magazines on boats?"
And he would nod them in the right direction. It was good work. But Miss Hornet wasn't happy. She had a face that looks cross even when it isn't. But today her face told the truth. She frowned and scowled and was a bit frightening to those that were inclined to be put off by fussiness. At the end of the day she took Eeyore aside.
"You don't Play Well With Others", she said. "Don't come back tomorrow."
So Eeyore tramped home with his tail swishing limply. When he got home he sat and stared for a bit at nothing much in particular. He was still sat there a little while later when Pooh appeared.
"Hullo Pooh" said Eeyore.
"Hullo Eeyore," replied Pooh brightly. "I was having a little smackerel of something and I wondered if you'd like to join Piglet and I in an evening Hum."
Quite suddenly, Piglet appeared from behind Pooh and gave Eeyore a little wave.
"We don't like to think of you here on your own all evening. Won't you come with us?"
"The thing is," said Eeyore "I am not so very much Cheerful today. Fun and merriment and all that. We can't all be ready to Hum at a moments notice."
Piglet looked anxious.
"What is it Eeyore? Has someone been teasing you? Did someone scare you? I should be very scared if I was here on my own all day."
"Yes Piglet, but I am not you and you are not me. It is not so much that someone teased me or scared me. Rather, I had a job today and I got to be thinking that it might be good to have a job everyday only Miss Hornet told me not to go back because I Don't Play Well With Others. We can't all have jobs I suppose. Still, I thought it might be nice to --"
Eeyore trailed off. Pooh, who had been all ready for a good Hum, was now feeling that he ought to Do Something for Eeyore to cheer him up. Being a bear of very little brain, he sat down so that he could have a good Think. If Eeyore wanted a job, what sort of job should he do? It would have to be a good job, something that Eeyore would surely like. This was a difficult problem and while Pooh sat thinking Difficult Thoughts he felt a little fluttering in his tummy. It was that special flutter that means it is almost certainly time for a little dab of sweet condensed milk or, even better, some honey. "Jobs," he thought. "Honey. Jobs. Honey-jobs!"
Pooh jumped to his feet.
"Beekeeper!" He said excitedly. "You could be a beekeeper!"
It was a little while later when they reached the middle of the 9 Acre Wood. Pooh had lead them to a special spot he happened to know where one might find bees going about their business. Eeyore looked around himself at the bees buzzing to and fro and thought to himself that they make rather a lot of noise for such small animals.
"So what does beekeeping involve then?" said Eeyore
Pooh looked up at the beehive hanging above their heads. It was hung from a big thick branch and was sure to contain much honey. Maybe as many as six or seven pots, although Pooh wasn't sure because sometimes he got confused when it came to counting. It wasn't that he didn't know how to, it was just that sometimes the numbers jumped ahead of themselves and came into his brain before he was quite ready to get to them.
"Well I suppose" said Pooh, licking his lips and thinking of honey, "that it would have to do with keeping bees. I would say you have to introduce yourself to the bees and see if they won't mind you keeping them for a little while."
A bee buzzed past Eeyore's nose. Piglet reached up and patted his shoulder.
"Go on Eeyore. I'm sure they will like you and let you keep them, if only for a little bit."
Eeyore stumped up to the tree from which the hive was hanging. He craned his neck up and said
"Hullo?"
Several bees flew past.
"Hullo. Hullo. How do -… could I-…. pleased to-"
Eeyore felt a little foolish. The bees weren't taking much notice of him at all. He swished his tale and turned in a slow circle before sitting humpily down. He wasn't going to talk to bees if they weren't going to talk back, and especially not if they were just going to buzz past his nose without so much as a look in his direction. Piglet thought to himself that maybe the bees were a little deaf. After all they must have very little ears. He pointed at Eeyore, thinking that if he showed them that Eeyore was Important they might pay attention. He pointed really hard, stretching his arm right out even though he was a Very Small Animal, but it didn't seem to do any good. He turned to Pooh and asked in a tentative voice
"Pooh, do you suppose we might be going about this the wrong way? What if beekeeping isn't about keeping bees at all. Maybe they aren't keen on being kept because I know that sometimes they can get cross and sting you and I shouldn't like to do anything to upset them. Even small creatures can be Fierce. Perhaps…. perhaps they would like us to keep something for them instead? Keeping things for bees?"
"Yes Piglet that is what beekeeping is, I remember now. I had forgotten because… because sometimes my brain gets very full. But now you have cleverly reminded me."
The tip of Piglet's nose went pink and he felt very proud of himself for being so Useful.
"We shall keep something safe for them. If you are going to keep something safe for someone it has to be something that is important and the thing which is most important to bees is honey."
Eeyore nodded at this. Yes, honey is what bees have and what he would keep for them. That would be a very Important job and there would be no Miss Hornet to scowl at him and he could do it at home where he would have space and not so much Bother. Pooh kindly said he would spare a few pots because just recently he had found that sometimes he would find himself at 11 o clock with a yearning for a little something sweet and would go to the larder and take down a pot only to find it empty and, after all, what use is an empty pot at 11 o clock?
While Pooh rushed home for the pots Piglet and Eeyore sat under the tree trying to look Helpful at the bees. Piglet was having a little more luck that Eeyore because one of them landed on his shoulder. Piglet said he thought he might have heard the bee say something but he couldn't be sure and he didn't want to press the matter. In time, Pooh returned with the pots.
Pooh, being the tallest of the three of them, reached up to the hive. He scooped out a big gloopy dollop of honey and put it in a pot. The bees didn't seem to mind all that much but Piglet felt that the best thing he could do would be do guard very carefully the space behind Eeyore where they couldn't see him. It smelled like just the kind of honey that bears like and Pooh licked his lips.
"This honey smells oh so very good."
"Pooh, this is Bee Keeping honey. Not, Bear eating honey," said Piglet, and Pooh knew that he was right.
It took quite a few trips to get all the honey to Eeyore's house and when it was all done they sat down for a well-deserved rest.
"I expect" said Pooh "That you will be very good at your new job and the bees will be very grateful to you."
"Yes well. I am a Bee Keeper and us Bee Keepers take our jobs very seriously. I shant leave the honey lying about where anyone may get at it. If you like you may come to visit me from time to time and we could share being Bee Keepers."
"I think" Pooh replied "I should like that very much."
And Eeyore almost smiled.
Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
That's lovely
Moar!
Moar!
Chairman Meow
Perth, WA
Aww that's fab! 
weepiper
I fix the machines that fight climate change
Eeyore, then Tigger, then Piglet... Then the Own, then Winnie, then I don't know
this always stuck in my head, I used to read it to my son when he was little
'Here is Kanga and baby Roo
Everywhere Kanga goes, Roo goes too
Roo likes to sit in his very own chair'
... cant' remember the rest
'....Kanga can feed him his breakfast there'
Strumpet
gypsy girl
missfran wonderful story! 
TIGGER -
"Excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table," and with one loud Worraworraworraworraworra he jumped at the end of the tablecloth, pulled it to the ground, wrapped himself up in it three times, rolled to the other end of the room, and, after a terrible struggle, got his head into the daylight again, and said cheerfully: "Have I won?"
"Hallo, Pooh", said Piglet.
"Hallo, Piglet. This is Tigger."
"Oh, is it?" said Piglet, and he edged round to the other side of the table. "I thought Tiggers were smaller than that."
"Not the big ones," said Tigger.
.....tiggers are wonderful things / Their tops are made out of rubber / Their bottoms are made out of springs / They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun / But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one / I'm the only one!
I do that toomy friend's little girl has a tigger that if you press his head down, he bounces all over the place
TIGGER -
"Excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table," and with one loud Worraworraworraworraworra he jumped at the end of the tablecloth, pulled it to the ground, wrapped himself up in it three times, rolled to the other end of the room, and, after a terrible struggle, got his head into the daylight again, and said cheerfully: "Have I won?"
"Hallo, Pooh", said Piglet.
"Hallo, Piglet. This is Tigger."
"Oh, is it?" said Piglet, and he edged round to the other side of the table. "I thought Tiggers were smaller than that."
"Not the big ones," said Tigger.
