Chapter 9 - Moving Out and Up

It was a bright and blue day outside of Pooh's tree stump. He'd been up early, packing his house for the big move the next day. Box by box, honey pot by honeypot, Pooh had meticulously gathered everything in his teeny tiny tree stump and put it away, away, away. 

Box 1, box 2, box 3, and box 4 -- they were all ready to go. All that was left was a bag of red balloons and his favorite three-legged stool (that frankly had seen better days but it was comfy and fit his Bear Bottom quite nicely).

He stepped back and looked at his four boxes. He looked out the window.

He grabbed his iPhone and found the music. Ah HAH, thought Pooh. Now that's just the song for today. He pressed play. He stepped over to Box 2 and opened it. There on the top was a book of matches from The Honeypot Lounge down the way. Pooh smiled. He picked up the matches, ripped one out with his Bear Paw, and stuck it on the back of the book. The match lit, he dropped it right inside Box 2, Box 2. And that right there is a fine how do you do.

He grabbed the bag of balloons and his stool and stepped outside his tree stump house for the last time. Tigger rolled up a moment later dragging what looked like Christopher Robin's wagon. "Are ya ready to go, go, go you on-the-move Bear?" asked Tigger. "I've got a wagon and I'm draggin' it wherever you tell a Tigger to go."

"I've got everything," said Pooh, holding up the bag of balloons in his left paw and the stool in his right. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

And with that, Pooh adjusted his earphones, turned up the volume, and as the flames licked the sills of his stump windows, he thought…

He most certainly would not be getting his security deposit back.