Silly old bear
“Pooh, promise you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.”
Pooh thought for a little.
“How old shall I be then?”
“Ninety-nine.”
Pooh nodded.
“I promise,” he said.
Happy Birthday Winnie the Pooh.
My inner Owl feels compelled to point out that it’s “Winnie-the-Pooh.” (Disney dropped the hyphens.)
I loved Pooh as a kid, and my kids like him too, although not nearly as much as I did. But they’re spoiled for choice; they have Netflix and Amazon and Peacock and… All I had was a few Winnie The Pooh cassettes.
Still, maybe we will have to bring him around again.
Well, if we’re nitpicking, I think Winnie is 105ish.
It’s "Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don’t you know what ther means?
Celebrate by dressing Pooh-style: red t-shirt, no pants!
ETA: I just realized I don’t have a red t-shirt.
And a smackerel of honey.
I certainly didn’t, until I understood the difference between rhotic and non-rhotic English. 
“A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.”
“Why does a chicken? I don’t know why.”
(The Muppets’ Rowlf the Dog playing and singing Pooh’s song when Pooh’s mind felt fluffy).
Yes, absolutely. Spend as much time as you want face first in a hunnypot.
When I was a little boy my mom made me a stuffed Pooh. I carried him everywhere and slept with him at night. Then one day while on a long car ride - pickup ride really, while my parents rode on the bench seat in the cab, me and my two older brothers were in the canopy covered bed, where it often became a lord of the flies on wheels - my brother and I got in a fight and he shredded my beloved Pooh. I cried and cried. My brother felt bad and apologised. This happened not long before my birthday, and when I came to breakfast that morning, sitting in my chair was another Pooh! I called him Pooh Two. He’s still with me - not my brother, who passed away several years ago. But Pooh Two abides.
Beautiful- thanks for sharing.
He’s Edward Bear and, no, not the singer of, “Last Song.”
Bother.
Hipy Papy Bthuthdth Thuthda Bthuthdy, Pooh!
Interestingly, Winnie the Pooh (the fictional character) was inspired by a real orphaned bear cub (named “Winnipeg,” shortened to “Winnie”) from Northern Ontario, adopted by a Canadian serviceman in WWI, taken to the UK during that conflict as a unit mascot, and left in the care of the London Zoo, while the unit left to fight in Europe:
I’ve been through White River, Ontario. They make the most of their Winnie the Pooh connection, with a big statue of the character in a park, and various Winnie the Pooh souvenirs for sale. And the train station from which Colebourne and Winnie departed on the long journey to the UK is still there. The station is still in use today.
Kind of interesting to stand on the White River train station platform and imagine an Army unit and their new mascot boarding a train from that platform ninety years prior.
Classic Pooh is much better than Disney Pooh.
Disneyfication is a well-known detrimental effect. They managed to ruin Thomas the Tank Engine as well.
You’re not wrong, but I think the original adaptations from the 60s-70s were reasonably faithful.