Pooh bumbled blindly to Owl's house just by recollection.

"I think it's this way." he mumbled. A pot of honey or emptiness by now, was stuck on his head.

"Let's see leaving from my house should make me arrive at Owls right about-"

'SPLASH'

"Oh bother, I suppose I should have factored in that I left from Rabbits house, not my house hm hm." Pooh laughed as he swam out of the stream, "Just a small calculation error, Christopher Robin told me that was what it meant."

Pooh had no clue what he was rambling on about, but he liked to hear himself talk. Then he thought of a poem, a beautifully gruesome one.

"Me, I, I like shepherds pie, but why O why did Piglet have to die, Oh yes I remember why, Don't worry I tell you in ti.....me Darn it that didn't rhyme. Wait time rhyme, Rabbit O Rabbit he was a funny bunny but then I came along (Pooh lowered his voice and spoke much slower for more effect) And I skinned the hare.(Pooh went back to singing cheerfully) And there was Kanga and Roo a nice group of two,(Pooh lowered his voice again) then I came, for who am I to blame, they tried to run, but that was no fun, they tried to hop but that ended in plop, I-"

'Smash!'

Pooh's pot collided with a tree with tremendous force.

Pooh blacked out.

When he woke up, he found himself in a house that was swaying.

Where was he?

"Why hello I say Pooh bear. What brings you to my edge of the woods." Owl stared at him.

"The jar that was on my head." Pooh sarcastically answered in a snobbish way that he hoped Owl would understand, it would take a lot of work to get honey from Owl.

People with Owl's intellect are either quiet or very rude. Owl was anything but quiet.

"A pot of honey led you to my house?"

"I said a jar."

"Just call it a pot of honey."

"I'll call it what I would like, why do you care?"

Owl frowned.

"I'm going to get the mail now." he said

Pooh watched as he stepped out to retrieve the mail. He thought of just how easy it would be to shove Owl off. Then of course Owl would ruin the fun and fly and shove Pooh off.

Then Owl asked a seemingly random question.

"Pooh, how do you leave your house?"

"Well I open the door and after saying goodbye to all my stuff I leave. But right before I leave, I leave the door a jar of honey, for later of course."

"Well, Pooh don't you know you should never leave your door ajar, that how uninvited guest get in."

"So what you saying is I can't leave the door a jar of-"

"Precisely, when you leave your door open remember you must shut the door all the way closed."

"I guess leaving the door a jar of honey could attract hefulumps and that would be bad."

"Yes never leave the door ajar ever."

"But what if I use a pot that I know no one but me can get into it."

"Then use it."

"Wait, what's the difference between a pot and a jar of honey?"

"Nothing really, except for the name."

"The why can't I leave a pot at the door, but not a jar, if they are the same thing? Or are you just trying to get me to say pot?"

Owl suddenly realized what Pooh was misunderstanding.

"Never mind, now would you like some tea and sugar?"

"And honey?"

"Sure, may I ask what your fascination of honey is?" Owl stepped back inside.

Pooh, the bear of very little brain sat down.

"I haven't the slightest idea."

Owl gave Pooh tea in a small cup. In a kettle, for some reason, the honey waited for Pooh to eat it.

At first Pooh drizzled it on as to not look greedy. But he took more when Owl took three sugar cubes and two generous globs of honey. Soon Pooh had to upgrade to a mug and then finally a bowl.

At first it was 1/3 part honey 2/3 part tea. Imagine watching your friend have your favorite drink, and then they add 33.35% more of there own drink to it. That's what Pooh did. Except he didn't stop there. Soon it was as if the tea didn't belong in the first place, now 2/3 honey 1/3 tea. Pooh's 'tea' was 66.6% honey. Eventually by the time the bowl had to be brought out, Owl could have poured his cup in too, but it would have made no difference by now it was just honey.

Owl couldn't maintain conversation forever by just watching Pooh. It disgusted him actually.

"Pooh, I do believe that you have too much honey in you earl grey tea to taste the tea at all."

"You go on believing and I'll go on eating."

"What I'm saying is, you took too much."

"This is almost not enough."

"Honey may be good for you in smaller doses but, even too much of the best thing in the world can be a bad thing."

"Too much honey can never be a bad thing."

With that Winnie the Pooh barfed in Owl's face.

"Don't move, you must marinade." Pooh licked his chops.

"Your vomit is marinade for what course?"

"The main one which happens to be you."

With this, the only remnants of Owl were some blood feathers and a few bones.

Pooh tumbled out of the tree be accident and the fall that surly would have killed anyone else merely helped him get down faster. Plus he's the main character, I'm sure you want to know what he'll do when he gets to Eeyore and Christopher Robin. He did fall quite heavily into a prickly bush. But Jason Voorhees of the 100 acre wood got up without a scratch (cause he's the main character) and he went to Eeyores.