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A Story About Pooh and the Christmas Spirit

Mohan is a family physician, film and TV aficionado, a keen bibliophile and an eclectic scribbler.

Winnie the Pooh and Piglet build a Snowman

Winnie the Pooh and Piglet build a Snowman

Snowflakes Heartaches

Snow came to Hundred Acre Wood early that winter. The bare tree branches that had started missing the leaves since autumn sought some consolation in the temporary comfort of snowflakes. The flakes were mischievous. They descended down from the sky in a dazzling dance, landing softly with a lot of promise. But they either disappeared when touched or merged into one big slushy pile, daring us to find each one.

Out among the slushy snowpiles a slow moving grey bundle shivered. A baleful cry was heard in the midst of the hushed whispers of snowfall. It was muffled but recognisable. 'Eeyore' came the noise. And in case we didn't hear it the first time, it came again: 'Eeyore'.

Eeyore's tail wobbled and flicked some snow off his grey body. He sighed a deep sigh and watched as his sigh drifted away from him as a little fluffy cloud.

"I am so unhappy," he said. "Even my sighs don't want to be near me."

Eeyore looked around him. The ground was a dazzling white carpet of snow; the tree branches not only carried little balls of snow but also glistened with icy crystals like a chandelier lit from within. The snowfall eased for the moment and the last few snowflakes glided down in their own languorous pace. What may be a magical winter scene was just a cold, freezing, merciless and miserable sight for Eeyore.

For you see, misery, like beauty, can also be in the eye of the beholder.

"I am so unhappy," he said, "Even my sighs don't want to be near me".

"I am so unhappy," he said, "Even my sighs don't want to be near me".

Although charity should be dispensed freely to the needy, it often has the habit of reaching those who manage to just look needy.


Wishes Skirmishes

Eeyore had not prepared for winter. Every year, it came as a shock to him. When he woke up and found the world an icy white, he knew he was in for a bit of trouble. He had no shelter. His favorite food, the thistle plant, was buried under the icy blanket. Every year, he had managed to get in the cosy warmth of someone else's house. The others were also kind enough to share their food with him on and off.

He complained often though, for there was never enough room for two in most of the shelters and the food wasn't always to his liking.

Eeyore sighed again, watching another puff of wispy white breath dance in front of him. "It's time to go and see who is ready to help me. They should know what I need by now. I do hope they are prepared"

He trudged along the snowy path, leaving smudgy footprints. On the way, he found a pile of sticks that would do nicely to build a house. He found a spiky stem of a thistle plant poking through the snowdrift. "Well, one can't expect me to pull that out of the snow in this freezing weather. No. Not at all. Poor me is hungry and I'm sure my friends will feed me."

Luck appeared in the form of the yellow bear ahead of him. He heard a familiar rhythm, "Rump, pump -a-rumpty- tum" and stopped in his track.

He lowered his head and put a big frown on his face. His eyes sagged a little in a forlorn manner. Eeyore knew he needed to let the misery play on his face to make sure charity will come his way.

Although charity should be dispensed freely to the needy, it often has the habit of reaching those who manage to just look needy.

He cleared his throat, planted his front legs wide and lowered his head even more than usual, and waited.

Pooh approached with a bounce in his step and a song on his lips. "Rumpty tumpty rum-pa-pum. Hello Eeyore! Grand day, ain't it. A day for snowball fights and sledging."

"Ohhhh... I wouldn't know Pooh. I wouldn't know. I haven't eaten all day and I'm so cold."

"Oh my! That is not good news. Why don't you go and eat something."

Eeyore blinked. " I.. I was hoping, I could come and share your honey."

It was Pooh's turn to blink. He scratched his chin-chinny chin and for additional boost to his very little brain he rubbed his head twice too. "Well, I suppose you could visit my house and I 'll see what I can do about your food"

Eeyore nodded. " It's not quite my favorite food, honey. But it should do. I'll come by later."

He watched as Pooh walked away, still scratching his chin and less of a bounce in his step.

" I.. I was hoping, I could come and share your honey."

" I.. I was hoping, I could come and share your honey."

Helter Shelter

Eeyore continued along the path until he saw a little figure leaning on a tree and humming a tune. Eeyore felt annoyed. Here he was, cold and hungry, when everyone else seems to be singing and humming. It seemed downright rude. How dare they be happy when he was at his miserable worst! How dare they!

"Oh, hello there, Eeyore. Lost your tail again?" Piglet shouted from his perch.

Eeyore groaned. "No, It's this darn snow. I've tucked it between by legs for a bit of warmth.." he hesitated and thought he saw an opportunity to let Piglet know that a bit of help wouldn't go amiss here." If only I could have some shelter, I could warm up better. Pooh has been kind and said he would help me with some food, now all I need is some shelter to eat it under and get warm."

He lowered his head and uttered a 'brrrrr' for added effect.

Piglet smoothed his ears down with his tiny paws. "Oh well. Let me see what I can do about that, Eeyore. Let me see."

"It's this darn snow"

"It's this darn snow"

Eeyore looked around as he felt his poem should be clapped. Instead it was the cold wind that flapped his ears and slapped his cheek.

Jingle Single

Eeyore found a tree stump to rest his weary bottom. Asking for help is a tiring business. He needed a breath before he could go and collect his charity.

He squiggled his bottom and tucked his tail around. The snowflakes started dancing again and a chill wind blew and ruffled his crest. He remembered proudly how he had written a poem called 'POEM' some time ago. He felt it was time to write another and decided to call it 'POEM TOO'.

I need help, I need help

In this cold, cold december

As I always forget

I mean my friends can't remember

(to rhyme with december)

to help me early

Maybe, Just maybe

I mean my tail goes curly

( to rhyme with early)

They'll always be waybe-

(to rhyme with maybe)

-hind the times

Let's hope they change

Get their time in range

Help poor Eeyore

Not less, but more.

( I haven't found any rhymes for times, oh - I have!)


Eeyore looked around as he felt his poem should be clapped. Instead it was the cold wind that flapped his ears and slapped his cheek.

He sat there for some time, thinking some more sad thoughts about how helpless he was and how no one seemed to be in a hurry to get him some help. Instead they wanted him to wait and then actually to go to them to get what he needed.

"Its an unfair world. But I get by"

He stood up and wandered towards Pooh's house.

"Maybe, Just Maybe"

"Maybe, Just Maybe"

No one ever knows what 'harrumph' really means. It does, however, sound right as a voice of indignation. Harrumph!

Musical Lackadaisical

But Eeyore's trip to collect his charity ended in more misery. He braved the chill wind to walk to Pooh's house and kept ringing the bell. Pooh didn't answer. When he looked through the window, he found Pooh busy at his dining table battling with a pot of honey.

Pooh had his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, his paw deep into the honey pot and a look of concentration on his face. The littler the brains the harder you have to scrunch your face to concentrate on the task at hand.

Eeyore was exhausted just waiting for Pooh. He decided to stroll along to see how Piglet was getting along. Surely Piglet would at least remember the promise he made to Eeyore. To his astonishment, he found Piglet near a snowman, busy adjusting the stick arms. What more, Piglet was singing to himself too.

Eeyore watched from a distance, his eyes widening in astonishment.

"Despeak- Despik- Despicable..." he stuttered in sheer indignation. "One would think greed and nonchalance have taken over the world. Rather than help a friend in need they are busy stuffing their faces or playing. Harrumph!"

No one ever knows what 'harrumph' really means. It does, however, sound right as a voice of indignation. Harrumph!

To make matters worse, Pooh wandered up to join Piglet near the Snowman and they both started laughing and joking. The sound of their merriment floated along the icy draft and hurt Eeyore's ears.

Eeyore shook with anger. Little did he realise that as he was shaking, his tail flew off and landed on the snowdrift. He trotted off, stomping deep prints onto the ground.



Parity Charity

Eeyore went for a wander to shake off his frustration.

"This is terrible. Terrible indeed. Even my usually reliable friends have chosen to abandon me. where's the charitable spirit? Just where is it?" he grumbled.

It was some time before his anger turned to frustration and frustration turned to more melancholy. He became a dark grey cloud of despair that shuffled along the snow piles. He decided perhaps he should leave Hundred Acre Wood to find another place where maybe charity was still alive and well.

As he turned around to walk towards his favorite tree stump, he stopped in his tracks.

For there in front of him was a nice,warm house built from sticks. The inside looked dark and cosy, well away from the blinding white of the snow. He brightened up a bit. He shuffled inside and found a honeypot leaning against the corner. As he neared and sniffed it, he realised it was full of his favorite thistle plant, with a faint lingering smell of honey.

"Oh my." he gasped, " I've been a fool. My friends do care after all."

"Oh my!"

"Oh my!"

"Sometimes it is better to give people what they actually need than what they think they need" said Piglet, wrapping his scarf close around his neck.

Sleigh Play

He heard a jingly noise outside and poked his head into the cold. There was a bear in a red suit and a piglet in a scarf walking towards his home pulling a little sleigh.( Oh yes, it was cosy enough to call it his home)

"Ah there you are, Pooh and Piglet. I was mad at you... but now I forgive you."

"Why thank you, Eeyore. Hope you like your presents." said Pooh.

"Well. I do. I really do. This is better than I expected."

"Sometimes it is better to give people what they need than what they think they need" said Piglet, wrapping his scarf close around his neck.

Eeyore gulped. Piglet was right. He would've liked a shared honeypot and a shared shelter, but it is good to have them of his own.

"What more," said Pooh, "you can keep the pot and collect thistle in it to save for a snowy day. I spent all day cleaning it but it still smells of honey."

Eeyore realised he has been unfair to his friend when he spied him through the window.

"And we felt you needed the sticks more than our snowman. So we dismantled his arms to help build your house. We have left instructions inside the house if you need to build it again and we are always happy to give you a hand - or trotters - or paws"

Eeyore's face felt warm, even though it was poking outside into the cold.

"So that's what you were both doing!"

Pooh and Piglet looked at each other. "Why yes! what did you think?"

"No..Nothing." Eeyore knew now he can prepare for winter all on his own.

And maybe, just maybe even be ready to help others in need.

Eeyore looked at the red sleigh. "That looks lovely. How come you aren't riding it?"

Pooh and Piglet sighed. "Sleighs need reindeer. But we haven't got one in Hundred Acre Wood. We tried Kanga but she kept hopping and we kept going topsy turvy into the snow. Rabbit is too weak. Tigger is too bouncy and dangerous."

Eeyore came fully out of his house. "You know what. I think you may have just got yourself a reindeer."

"Where, where?" said Pooh as he looked around.

Eeyore walked up to the sleigh and stood in front of it. "I'm right here." he said, beaming widely.

Pooh and Piglet let out squeals of delight. Actually the squeal was from Piglet. Pooh's was more of a low, happy rumble.

Pooh climbed up first and adjusted the reins onto Eeyore. Piglet reached into the sleigh and got something out.

"Look what we found on our way here. Your tail!" He pinned it onto Eeyore's bottom.

Eeyore wriggled it in delight. "Thank you!"

"And just for authin- authan- authenticity, we have some reindeer antlers you can wear."

Eeyore let out a loud and thunderous noise "Eeyoooooree!"

Only this time it wasn't soulful or baleful but rather joyful. He set out in a leap and Pooh and Piglet went "Whooopeee!" as their sleigh accelerated through the snow.



A Hundred Laughter Wood

The snow stayed in Hundred Acre Wood that winter for a while. As the trees watched silently in their white hats and white gloves, the sound of laughter and merriment often pierced through the day along with the jingling of sleigh bells.

Where there was laughter and joy, jingling and tingling, there is always a song.

Often, if you listen closely, you could hear a squeal, a rumble and a Eeyore through the song.

You know you want to. So come and sing along.

The Winter Song

Ringle tingle ringle

Time to get out and mingle

Out in the snow

Where ice flowers grow

Our speeding sleigh bells jingle


Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore

We speed with no -er- Feeyore

Faster through drift

As snowflakes shift

You can hear us coming Neeyore


Join our happy singing

Celebrate what we're bringing

What better prize

Than the glee in our eyes

And laughter that is ringing...


Ringle tingle ringle

Ringle tingle ringle...


Merry Christmas!

All the illustrations were drawn and painted on the iPad 'Paper' app using my finger!

Pooh created by A A Milne and originally illustrated by EH Shepard.

This story by Mohan Kumar.

© 2012 Mohan Kumar


Vickiw on January 23, 2013:

Just getting to know you Docmo, and enjoyed your Christmas Pooh story very much. Great writing, and lovely drawings.

acaetnna from Guildford on January 02, 2013:

I arrived here rather late but so pleased that I have had the opportunity to read this great hub. Fabulous I have always adored Winnie the Pooh and this is such a beautiful story. Voting up of course and pressing those buttons too. Happy New Year Docmo, may 2013 be your best year ever.

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on January 01, 2013:

This is interesting social commentary wrapped in a blustery tale. Nice blend of art to fill out the storyline. You have a future in children's book illustartions; just something else at which you excell.

Jim Higgins from Eugene, Oregon on December 24, 2012:

Up all the way across on this ome Docmo! It is a beautiful story with a point and great illustrations as well.

A very Happy Holiday season to you. You are much appreciated on HP.

Audrey Howitt from California on December 21, 2012:

Mohan this is wonderful! I so enjoyed it and am sharing it!

WillStarr from Phoenix, Arizona on December 20, 2012:

Wow! This is superb work, as always. Voted way up.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 20, 2012:

Voted up and awesome. Just a wonderful and delightful story. Who else but the animals of a Hundred Acre Woods would be so charitable. It brings the message of true friendship. Much enjoyed and passing this on. Terrific illustrations.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 18, 2012:

Paula - thank you so much for reading this and your wonderful comment- Happy holidays!

Suzie from Carson City on December 18, 2012:

Docmo.....This darling story presents a sweet moral...Your illustrations are amazing......A wonderful tale for young and old alike!.....Friends and acts of charity are the best gifts ever...and always result in gratitude and sharing......UP+++

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 18, 2012:

@Kathi: delighted to see you back here in hubs and thanks for a wonderful comment. Merry Christmas!

@Mary: you are such a darling for sharing this hub all over. I am really glad you like this and it pleases me endless that it fits the bill for the perspective theme while letting me indulge my Milne-isms! Merry Christmas and hugs!

@Genna: Oh thank you very much. I'm really glad this little tale was able to evoke such good memories and brought some more enjoyment. Merry Christmas!

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on December 18, 2012:

Ohhhh...Pooh and friends are back. :-)

I loved this tale of hundred acre wood. I felt like a little girl again, and joined in with mind and heart, as we all shared in the importance of the true meaning of charity, and of giving. Clever metaphors and analogies abound in this precious gem. Now this is a gift that fills the heart, and makes Christmas smile. Thank you, Doc! :-)

Mary Craig from New York on December 18, 2012:

Ringle, tingle, tingle! What a very wonderful Christmas present you have given us Mohan! Not just a tale of charity and the turning around of greed...but through our favorite storytelling of Pooh...you are the Master, I know Milne is smiling down on you. What a wonderful perspective on charitable spirits!

Voted everything but funny, shared, tweeted (with hubpages hashtag) and pinned! LOVE IT.

Kathi Mirto from Fennville on December 17, 2012:

Clever, charming, well written, and even has a life lesson! Entertaining with a capital E. Warm wishes this Christmas season Docmo!

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 17, 2012:

@Cathy - thank you very much!

@Ruchira: I am glad you like this attempt at blending a perspectives theme with a Pooh story. thank you!

@Dear Drbj: your comments always leave me smiling- you 'get' me and my stories so well. I'm especially proud of the Eeyore-Neeyore and I'm glad you noticed it.. thank you so much!

drbj and sherry from south Florida on December 17, 2012:

What fun this was, Mohan, to read and enjoy this imaginative 'Pooh' story of yours and then realize how profound it is in addition to being so entertaining.

'Although charity should be dispensed freely to the needy, it often has the habit of reaching those who manage to just look needy.' With those few simple words, m'dear, you have managed to sum up most of what is wrong with entitlements and charitable donations. Bravo!

And a special additional award for the clever 'Eeyore, Feeyore, Neeyore' stanza. You ARE the man!

Ruchira from United States on December 17, 2012:

Another great story on my old time favorite, Pooh.

Loved the message and beautifully written with the illustrations well done!

I love this perspectives theme...loved it. What a way to create awareness!

Ms. Immortal from NJ on December 17, 2012:

Love the story and the art work!

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 17, 2012:

@Mhatter: Thanks very much!

@Nikki: that's tall praise indeed I am glad I was able to evoke the spirit of Milne somewhat...

@Mar: you tell' im Mar.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 17, 2012:

@Michelle : Thank you so much!

@Dianna: I'm really glad you like this!

@Mickey: as Mar says, yes you can!

Maria Jordan from Jeffersonville PA on December 17, 2012:

Yes, boo boo...you can!

Beautiful Garbage from Louisiana on December 17, 2012:

Great Job! I felt like i was reading an actual Winnie the Pooh story, the dialogue and characters were right on. I read it in their voices and the drawings are amazing. You are very talented.

Martin Kloess from San Francisco on December 16, 2012:

Well, this does explain... You have put it seems hour of good work into this hub. Much appreciated; thank you

MickeySr from Hershey, Pa. on December 16, 2012:

. . . do I display a macho exterior . . ? . . I assure you I am overflowingly macho, I just didn't think it was so easily observable - and, I equally assure you, I am indeed a gigantic softie as well. Can you be a softie, and quite silly, and yet macho?

Dianna Mendez on December 16, 2012:

I believe this is my favorite of this series so far, Doc. What a creative talent you have! Perfect tale for this season.

Michelle Liew from Singapore on December 16, 2012:

So sweet, Doc, a perfect tale at this time!Heartfelt, warm and most definitely creative. I share!!

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Its been a pleasure, Mickey, a pleasure. Your smiling face in your hub gives it all away. You're a secret softie underneath that macho exterior. 'fess up, you boo boo.

MickeySr from Hershey, Pa. on December 16, 2012:

. . . we had a secret meeting - you're kicked out of the group, showoff.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Pamela: Thank you very much. I do a lot of my writing in my head (!) and then sit down to write my draft. As I had been fairly busy with work I did write this over one sitting and was worried about the flow and errors... hopefully it flows well and there are not too many typos! I am pleased by the way it had turned out with the perspectives theme of the month.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on December 16, 2012:

This is a delightful story and so very clever. This must have taken a lot of time to write the story and add the pictures. I voted this up and across the board also.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Mar- anything worth doing is worth doing well and with passion, as you yourself prove time and time again. I hope my passion for writing makes my efforts worth spending time to read. I do feel that as time is the most previous commodity, anyone who is generous enough to give me their time deserves my utmost dedication. Thank you so much for your kind comments. Merry Christmas, my friend! xo

Maria Jordan from Jeffersonville PA on December 16, 2012:

As usual, this was worth a bit of a wait. You honestly pour your heart and wildest imagination in everything you write. This was a charming and memorable addition to The Charitable Spirit.

You are ale to take our favorite characters and give them lessons to learn and to teach... this was a gift to all of us.

Voted UP and all across the board. Merry Christmas, my dear friend.

Hugs, Maria

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Dear Martie: thanks for your visit and comment. I'm glad you enjoyed Eeyore's 'journey' and realisation. Eeyore's 'Poem Too' was my moment into his insight, I hope it came through!

Although I do understand what you mean about positive discrimination and expectations I perhaps wouldn't describe Apartheid as a 'charity'. Discriminating people on the basis of colour and treating lower than animals was the lowest ebb of humanity .. thankfully we have risen out of this shameful period of history. Now , as you say, we need to rise above and seek and sustain ourselves through hard work and determination.

Thank you for the chocolates and the A+ I shall treasure them!

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Dear dreamseeker: I'm glad you love Pooh and I'm glad you were able to get some enjoyment out of this little effort. thank you for dropping by.

Martie Coetser from South Africa on December 16, 2012:

Applause to Eeyore - he finally got over his stinking attitude and realized that he, too, has something to give in exchange for what he needs. Bravo, Eeyore!

So very true: "Although charity should be dispensed freely to the needy, it often has the habit of reaching those who manage to just LOOK needy."

I ALWAYS get the surprise of my life when I begin a conversation with people displaying their need of charity on street corners. Most of them have a disgusting arrogant attitude, believing that everybody else and Life are responsible for their pathetic circumstances, while since childhood they ignored all opportunities to become financially independent and self-sufficient. Of course, they can blame it on Apartheid, or Affirmative Actions, but so often only their parents or themselves are to blame... Fact is, blaming others or specific circumstances will not solve any problems.

Docmo, I have to share a comment I've made regarding arrogant monkeys down here, begging for food, especially in semi-jungle holiday resorts near the coast. They are quite dangerous, because they become aggressive when you ignore them. The rule is "Don't feed the monkeys!" but people just don't listen, because they don't understand the rationale of this rule.

On another level, we are reaping the same kind of aggression and arrogance from people we have 'fed' in the past. In essence Apartheid was a form of charity - our 'fathers' forced the blacks into the position where they had to be contented (or not) with the crumbs that were thrown at their feet. Now they believe that all who manage to sustain themselves OWE them compensation (charity in many forms), instead of realizing that they should WORK in order to REAP what they've sown (and this 'work' does not include robbery and murder.)

PS: Eeyore's 'Poem Too' made me LOL! You're so funny! I love your stories, Docmo! You deserve an A++ for this one - well-structured, perfect 'showing instead of telling'.

Voted up and absolutely brilliant!

dreamseeker2 on December 16, 2012:

First of all....I LOVE POOH! So any of the characters surrounding him are just as important to any story with Pooh in it. Poor Eeyore, he seems to always be a bit down on his luck, doesn't he? But his friends always know how to bring him around. : ) Love the cute Christmas story. Great read and write! Voted up and awesome, for sure!

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Thank you Julie- I'm really glad you liked this take on the charitable spirit. Sometimes I feel stories can say so much with so little. I'm glad I had Pooh and friends to help me with this months perspective.

Jools Hogg from North-East UK on December 16, 2012:

Mohan, loved it - subtle, amusing, interesting and so well paced - kept me reading until the final word and a great addition to the perspectives series.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

You *ARE* the charitable spirit! x Thank you!

Daisy Mariposa from Orange County (Southern California) on December 16, 2012:

Mohan (Docmo),

I shared your article with my followers, tweeted it, and posted the link on Google+. *Everyone* should read your short stories, polymath!

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Janine- it's always a delight to hear from you. I know how much you enjoyed the series and it is because of such overwhelming appreciation I was able to bring Pooh back for a Christmas special. thanks for dropping by and making me beam.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Shauna: Bless you! you know how much I appreciate being is such elite company and reading all your perspectives. I am glad I was able to bring Pooh back for one of the perspectives as I so much enjoy writing these tales. Merry Christmas to you, my friend. And sending warm hugs all the way across the Atlantic. I do hope I get to see you when I'm over there next time.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Daisy- thank you! I have been so busy with the winter ailments and the needs of my patients , I haven't had a chance to hangout at our hubbers retreat. I did want to do this perspectives and when I was stuck for an idea, I was glad, Pooh, Eeyore and Piglet came wandering by. appreciate you sharing this!

Janine Huldie from New York, New York on December 16, 2012:

Docmo, I have truly missed this series and was so overjoyed this morning to see a new edition written by you. You know how much I enjoy your writings and artwork on the Pooh Series. Seriously, cannot thank you for another wonderful installment. Just what was ordered for this holiday season. Happy Holidays to you and your family!!!

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on December 16, 2012:

Doc, I just love Pooh! I, to this day, declare windy days as 'blustery', right out of the mouth of Pooh!

Your talent blows me away. Between your profession and your artistic talent, you bless this world. You, my friend are the epitome of the charitable spirit!

Merry Christmas to you and your family, Doc. And to all the souls to whom you touch!

Daisy Mariposa from Orange County (Southern California) on December 16, 2012:

Mohan (Docmo),

Thanks for taking time away from writing the medical textbook to combine another Winnie-ther-Pooh pastiche with a hub in the Perspectives series.

This article is brilliant, my friend, as are all your short stories!

It's really unfortunate that you can't publish your Pooh stories as an e-book. Disney's having purchased the rights to Pooh from Milne's estate unfortunately causes it to be an impossibility.

Mohan Kumar (author) from UK on December 16, 2012:

Bless you, Sir Bill, for filling my heart with such joy of being appreciated. You're a generous soul and I wish you the very best this holiday season. Thank you so much for being here and reading my efforts!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on December 16, 2012:

Doc, this series is a masterpiece, and you are the master. Beautifully written, with a powerful message for sure. Well done my friend, and blessings to you during this holiday season.

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