Chapter 5 - Last Night

Pooh Bear cracked the blinds. Sunshine. It's looking to be a pretty goddamn good day, thought Pooh.

Last night, he and Fiona had gone on a date. He'd managed to go the entire evening without spilling anything on his swank new red shirt.. More importantly, Fiona hadn't excused herself to the bathroom and never returned. She stayed. And she laughed. Even when Pooh Bear mispronounced "schwarma," she laughed. Which made Pooh laugh, too.

Going out for Mediterranean food had been Fiona's idea. Next time, thought Pooh, we're going to Sizzler. At least I can pronounce shit on the menu there.

As the evening wound down, Pooh Bear walked foxy Fiona back to her fox hole. The moon was out and cast a nice light on her front stoop. There was quite a nice maple tree right outside her door. An uptown broad, thought Pooh. What the hell is she doing with the likes of me? All Pooh could think of was his low-rent tree stump. Fiona had a whole tree.

Sigh.

And just as he was about to turn away and disappear into the moonlight-drenched woods, Fiona grabbed his paw and placed a perfectly foxy kiss on his Pooh Bear cheek.

Pooh felt like he'd eaten an entire hive full of bees. His tummy was buzzing and his head was spinning. He saw her eyes reflecting the moon's beams. Her smile, those pointy teeth glistening in the night light. And that dress. Damn, that dress. A little green number that was classy as all get out.

It looks good on her, thought Pooh. And he thought a bit more and for once, he didn’t say it out loud.

Instead, he kept his dirty Bear Thoughts to his dirty Bear Self. He simply shuffled off home to his tree stump where he promptly switched on ESPN.

And thought of what kind of soon would be too soon to call Fiona up and ask her out to anyplace BUT his tree stump.