To Christopher Robin, wherever I may find him

John Scalzi of Whatever have added a more literary take on the whole Disney horsecrap.

"Christopher Robin found that every part of the Hundred Acre Wood looked like a new part he'd never seen before. He went left and found a new stream, filled with frogs who croaked their unconcern of Christopher Robin's plight. He went right, back the way he came, but the trees seemed to have moved their places when he wasn't looking."

Then again, for me, and all those true believers, this will always be the right ending:

"So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing."