{"id":2398,"date":"2013-07-30T18:00:30","date_gmt":"2013-07-30T15:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=2398"},"modified":"2013-07-30T18:01:58","modified_gmt":"2013-07-30T15:01:58","slug":"moving-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=2398","title":{"rendered":"Moving house."},"content":{"rendered":"

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Moving house.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mandy and Pooh sat together at the bottom of the garden; each thinking their separate thoughts, but somehow feeling connected to each other, happy just to be . They did this for a while, Pooh humming a little tune, and listening to the echoes inside his empty honey pot.<\/p>\n

Something – Pooh wasn\u2019t sure what – made him suddenly look up. \u201cMandy,\u201d he said. \u201cWhy are you looking so sad?\u201d<\/p>\n

A tear rolled down Mandy\u2019s face and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nothing Pooh. I\u2019m ok.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d said Pooh, in a troubled kind of way. \u201cThat\u2019s a very sad sort of nothing Mandy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mandy\u2019s eyes began to fill. \u201cI\u2019m sorry Pooh; it\u2019s just \u2026 just\u2026 well I am going away. To another place.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pooh licked some honey off his paw. \u201cThat could be fun Mandy. When are you coming back?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just it, Pooh,\u201d said Mandy sadly. \u201cI\u2019m not coming back. I shall live somewhere else. Far Away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow far is Far Away, Mandy? Will I still be able to see you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell no Pooh. It would take you ages in a car. Not so long in a plane.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen that\u2019s ok Mandy. I\u2019ll come and visit you. With all our friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mandy looked sadly at Pooh. \u201cPeople say that Pooh, but often they never do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pooh sniffed and felt something stir inside his tummy. Perhaps he was hungry. He eyed the bottom of his honey pot but it was still empty. So he decided to think.<\/p>\n

\u201cMandy,\u201d he said. \u201cWhat did you say you had to do to fill up your honey pot with the most delicious honey that ever existed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, I think I said you had you use your imagination, Pooh. Honey never runs out when you use your imagination.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d said Pooh happily. \u201cHow \u2018bout if you imagine YOU are a honey pot and fill it with your friends! Then you will always carry them around inside you \u2026 and they will never run out!\u201d<\/p>\n

Mandy thought about that for a minute. She wasn\u2019t sure if she wanted to look like a big, round honey pot! Then she gave Pooh her biggest and best hug ever. \u201cOh thank you, dearest Pooh. You are so right. You will always be with me, no matter how far away I go. If I keep a picture of you inside my head and one right next to my heart, we can still talk to each other, anywhere and anytime.”<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d said Pooh. \u201cNo matter how far, Far Away is, I will always manage to find you and you will always find me. Will you keep an extra big honey pot for me \u2026 filled with especially yummy honey.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDefinitely,\u201d said Mandy happily. \u201cThe biggest pot you ever did see \u2026 big enough for you and all the friends in the world!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did you say you were going Mandy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo a place I\u2019ve ever only dreamed about. A slice of heaven \u2013 right here on earth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh!\u201d sighed Pooh. \u201cYou must be going to the Bee Hive \u2026 \u201c<\/p>\n

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