From the Internet: "Does anyone know where I can get Winnie the Pooh in sequins for my clothes, or clothes that already have sequined Winnie the Poohs on them? Write back."
"I have a shirt that has sequins on it, but I hadn't planned it to be that type of shirt," said Pooh to Rabbit, who was visiting his friend Pooh to inquire if he had seen a Heffalump or two which might have been bouncing on his carrot patch.
"I don't know about sequins, Pooh, but have you seen a Heffalump or two? My carrot patch has been bounced, and I know it wasn't Tigger this time because Tigger was with me at the same time the garden was being bounced." Rabbit's ears were twisted together in the most exasperated and confused looking manner.
"Heffalumps caused my shirt to become a Sequin Shirt, Rabbit. I was just about to sit down and enjoy a large Smackerel of Hunny. I had tilted the Jar of Hunny over my mouth, and was waiting for that first ever so satisfying dollop of Hunny to come out, when a Heffalump bounced outside my door, knocking a small Jar of Beads from the shelf above my head. The beads introduced themselves to the Hunny and my shirt at the same time, and now I have a Sequin Shirt." Pooh had to sit down for a minute and rest a bit since he was unaccustomed to throwing so many words together into one thought.
"Whatever were you doing with a jar of beads," Rabbit asked, having almost forgotten about his bounced-upon garden.
"They were a present for Piglet, and I'm afriad he never did receive the beads I was planning to give him, but he did enjoy the Empty Jar they came in." Pooh got up and asked Rabbit to show him the damage the Heffalumps caused to his garden. "Maybe Christopher Robin will organize an Expotition to find the Heffalumps and get them to stop carrot-garden-bouncing."
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