It was a dark stormy day in the Hundred Acre Wood. Rain poured down, thunder crashed... and one poor bear was out alone... in the cold... You know what, this tale is a bit too dark for my liking. I mean, this is meant to be a children's story? Sorry, you can find someone else to read this one. Someone who's a bit more adapted to voicing the, uhm... darker things...
{The normal narrator leaves, and soon comes along a new voice. Something that sounds very similar to Vincent Price.}
Okay... One bear left along in the cold, got it. *Ahem*
The rain felt like icicles dropping on the bear's dampened fur. Pooh bear's jaw still hurt from a fight he had fought earlier in the day with Aladdin. The man had made him feel pain. Something a helpless teddy bear would have never endured before. The bear just wanted to go in a warm bed to sleep, but his house was far too small for a bear of his size... He was cold. Wet. And hungry... So so hungry. He was still stuck in a state in which everything he tried to eat would turn into bittersweet blood. The bear looked into a honey pot sadly. The last one he had managed to get out of his home, and it had tainted by the red gooey liquid.
...It was at this point however, that he was just sincerely desperate for food. His stomach growled and cried out for it, and now that the bear was... well, a bear... blood wasn't necessarily something he couldn't have... Pooh found himself licking his lips at the blood after a while, trying not to lap any of it up. He couldn't.
Didn't Aladdin say that blood came from humans? From animals? I couldn't... I-I shouldn't...
...But he was. As soon as he thought it, his head went deep down into the pot, and he fed his thirst, his dying hunger that had lasted days now. He was hungrily slurping it all down, drop by drop going into his large tummy. But he finished it in no time. His head pulled back out of the pot, blood on his lips a little... The bear looked about. That wasn't enough to satisfy him... He needed more.
The look on his face... It was different to how he usually was. What was usually a optimistic, calm and slightly dopey smile seemed to have dropped to... blankness. He looked around, twitching his nose as he sniffed the air, and then grunting a little to clear his throat. All movements, all gestures, all sounds... it was so animalistic. Like a normal bear. He no longer seemed to show any kindness that Winnie the pooh normally would.
But Winnie the Pooh was no longer. What remained was a beastly bear. And he was hungry...
((Pssssst... You may know Vincent Price as either being A) The voice of Rattigan in Basil the Great mouse detective, or B) the narrator of Tim Burton's first ever animation (Probably not a lot of you knew that one
) DIDN'T WANT TO READ ALL THAT?! You're lazy, but basically, when Pooh was turned into a regular bear by Aladdin, Pooh was still acting like himself, being a bit lazy, eating honey yadda yadda yadda. So, Aladdin made it so that everything Pooh tried to eat would turn into blood, since Pooh wasn't acting like a bloodthirsty bear at first. And so, now, after about five days I think, with absolutely no food, Pooh's finally cracked and has turned into a normal bear. As in, fully, animalistic instincts, animalistic intelligence (which is surprisingly lower than his own
), no real sense of who everyone is and just seeing meat as food. So yeah... You better run from Pooh!!! 
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