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Despite her stocky build, Pooh-Chan hurried over to the old tree, the rough trail and her somewhat unfit nature making the journey a bit longer than she had hoped, however as she looked up at the hole where the bees were buzzing, she quickly realised the first problem she was going to have in getting her treat; actually getting to the beehive.

The tree housing the hive was tall, taller than the majority in the surrounding forest. The old tree had been around for many years, and though it was tall, hefty and solid, the years had not been kind. The top had been fractured open by a bolt of lightning long ago, with the scorched wood left jagged and broken where once the topping branches and leaves had been. As a result, the tree stood as a hulking monolith, petrified and turned almost stone-like, leaving gnarled bark firm enough to take a lot of strain. Pooh-Chan found a spot where the bumps and grooves of the tree were particularly deep and seemed like they would work as foot-holds and stepped up, tentatively testing the hold before looking up and considering the height of the tree.

“It's a long way up,” she pondered, sounding a little unsure, but her stomach growled loudly. She frowned and rubbed her middle. “Oh, don't worry, tummy, we'll get up there.” The blonde girl swallowed softly, steeling herself before gripping the bark and hefting herself up little by little. “Here goes!”

Pooh-Chan pulled herself up, moving from grip to grip until she reached a low branch which she could haul herself up onto to boost herself to the next branch. As she climbed higher and higher, she tried to distract herself from the height and the grumbling of her belly with a little song which she hummed to herself.

“Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum,
I'm so rumbly in my tummy,
Time to munch an early luncheon,
Time for something sweet!”

Pooh-Chan grunted and stopped her song for a moment as she tried to hoist herself higher and bumped her head on the branch above her. She squeaked as she gingerly rubbed her head, then shimmied to the side of the branch and clambered up on top of the branch. She looked up and spied the bees, a thought occuring as she resumed her climb and her song.

“Oh I wouldn't climb this tree,
If I flew like a bee!
But I wouldn't be a girl then,
So I guess I wouldn't care then!”

Pooh-Chan climbed and climbed, pulling herself up branches and scooting up the trunk where she could not reach a branch. She was making good progress, maybe a third of the way up the tree, but she still had a way to go. Her climbing reminded her of a story Christopher Robin told her many years ago, about a kind of bear which was soft and liked to climb trees in search of honey. She paused on the branch as she considered this, giggling softly, but her tummy rumbled again. Reminded of her task at hand, she gripped onto the tree trunk and started to shimmy upwards once again.

“Poohs love honey and I'm a Pooh girl!
So I do care, so I'll climb there!”

A short way down from the hole, Pooh-Chan found a branch which had grown vertically upward. It seemed to end a little way from the opening, and given how long the climb had taken, and the sweet scent on the air from her closeness to the hive, Pooh-Chan decided this was the perfect shortcut to get up to the hole. She smiled to herself as she wrapped her arms and legs around the branch and started hauling herself up little by little, gripping her hands above her head and pulling up while using her legs to push her bulk up bit by bit.

Pooh-Chan reached the top of the branch, where it grew narrower and more flexible. As her girth neared the top, her weight caused the branch to sway, and with careful ease the girl directed the branch towards the opening. She beamed as she spied the golden honey inside. Her belly gurgled hungrily once more, pleading for her to get some of the sticky treat.

“I'm so rumbly in my tummy,” Pooh-Chan sang, reaching forward to the hole. She was a little out of reach so she scooted forward on the branch and reached again. “Time... for something...” The hole was still just a little way out of her range. Pooh-Chan risked another scoot forward, the branch sagging further as her weight shifted forward again. “...for something sweet... to-”

SNAP!

“-Eat!” Pooh-Chan yelped out the last word as, much to her shock, the branch creaked under the strain of her weight and finally broke, sending her into a free-fall. “Oh help!” She spun in the air and landed heavily on her backside on a branch below, bouncing her up a little. “Oof! Oh dear... how did I- nnf!”

She tumbled from the branch and fell a way before jerking to a halt a short way up. The branch behind her had snagged the waistband of her shorts and underwear and held her in place a while. The fall shifted her weight forward, causing her shorts to pull back from her backside while she dangled with her cheeks peeking out. She wiggled a little, feeling rather uncomfortable as her knickers were tugged against her cheeks and her shorts squeezed her thighs.

“Ooh... I suppose it comes from liking honey so much...” Pooh-Chan whined softly to herself as she tried to escape her predicament.

Pooh-Chan squirmed, trying to get loose from the branch, almost sure she could hear the bees laughing at her high above for the rather silly predicament she found herself in, or perhaps the fact she was in the unusual position with her underwear and backside peeking out to the sky. Her movements caused the branch to rock slightly, bouncing her and causing the waistband of her shorts to tear slightly, accompanying the popped seam on the hip, yet the movement also caused the old branch she was on to break too, sending the girl falling a few feet into the gorse bush below her.

Pooh-Chan pulled herself out of the bush, grateful she was reletively unscathed as she brushed the prickles and spines of gorse from her clothes and hair. The girl sighed a little as she looked up to the hole in the tree, thinking.

“Oh bother,” she said. “Maybe climbing isn't such a good idea.” She pondered the problematic predicament a little more. “Hmm... Maybe Christopher Robin has something which might help me float up there... Like...” Her eyes widened and seemed to sparkle as an idea came to her. Without another word, she hurried to the house and over to Christopher Robin's cupboard in the main living space of the .

Pooh-Chan's friend and housemate kept a cupboard full of helpful items scavenged from around the forest and the surrounding area, and it was here the chubby girl hoped to find a solution to her problem. Inside Christopher Robin's cupboard, Pooh-Chan found many tools, in a variety of conditions, from near new and shining, to old, weathered and rusty, along to some large sheets of worn tarpauline, a long rod with an intricate end cap which seemed to have been crushed at some previous point, and a number of jars. After a bit of digging around, Pooh-Chan let out a cry of success before hurrying out of the cupboard carrying a large coil of rope, and a sort of pronged metallic shape, which could just as easily have been a small anchor or a candelabra, not that the girl knew what that was.

Pooh-Chan ran to the tree once more and tried to remember how her friend had made the item she needed. She fiddled with the rope and clumsily bound it to the pronged item, taking care to make the knot tight despite how haphazardly she was putting it together. With the roped claw made, Pooh-Chan looked up to the hole where the bees flew around still, then spun the claw beside her and hurled it upwards. The first few attempts saw the hook bounce off of the bark of the tree tree and fall back to the ground with a dull thud, but Pooh-Chan was not one to give up easily. Whenever she failed, she would reel in the hook and try again, and again, until at last the hook found its target, wrapping around a branch a short way up from the hole.

“Yay!” Pooh-Chan cheered, tugging on the rope. It seemed solid, and the branch seemed strong enough to hold her weight. Right on cue, her middle growled again, the efforts getting the hook up only making her more hungry. The portly girl rubbed her belly and grimaced. “Oh... don't worry, tummy, just a little longer to wait!”

Without much more thought, Pooh-Chan tied the rope around her waist and started to pull herself up along the rope, making her way towards the hole. Despite how easy and straight-forward the climb was, Pooh-Chan's hunger and somewhat lacking upper body strength made the process long and arduous, so by the time Pooh-Chan reached the hole at long last, her tummy was more rumbly than ever. As Pooh-Chan reached for the hole initially, a bee, curious about the visitor, landed on her nose. Pooh-Chan froze, turning her eyes to the insect resting on her face.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Bee,” she greeted, trying to not seem like a threat while slowly reaching for the honey in the tree that was so very close by. “Don't mind me, I'm... just a little... rain cloud.” She hummed a bit of a tune, reaching into the hole as she did.

“I'm just a little black rain cloud,
Hovering under the honey tree.
I'm only a little rain cloud,
Pay no attention to little me...”

While she sang her little song to the bee, Pooh-Chan's fingers found the honey, warm and sticky as it pooled in the hive. She smiled pleasantly, scooping a thick handful while holding on tight to the rope with her other arm and both legs to ensure she would not fall.

“Everyone knows that a rain cloud,
Never eats honey, no not a nip!
I'm floating around, over the ground,
Wondering where I will drip.”

The bee seemed to take Pooh-Chan's word and buzzed off of her nose, the scratchy feet tickling her nose a little as it took off. Pooh-Chan grinned and looked to her hand, seeing the honey in her cupped, sticky palm and feeling her stomach rumble. She shook loose a few bees which came out with the handful of honey, then quickly gulped down her claimed prize. Her heart fluttered as she tasted the rich sweetness of the fresh honey, and proceeded to clean her hand to get all the goodness, not paying mind to her position, nor the way her red shirt had ridden up some, leaving a gap between her flesh and the fabric of the shirt. Her stomach rumbled and gurgled, and the sound and vibrations caused the bees to curiously investigate, unsure what to make of the source of the sounds.

“Hovering under the honey tr- Hehehe!” Pooh-Chan giggled, her song interrupted as she felt something up her chest and side, tickling her and making the tubby girl wiggle. “N-n-no -hehe- st-stop it, bees!”

The bees did not listen to poor Pooh-Chan's protests, her squirming and shaking only making them venture further up her top, crawling and buzzing around her fleshy torso and only tickling her more. Luckily for the girl, these bees were a breed of stingless bee, and did not pose any immediate danger to her, but all the tickling made it hard to keep hold of the rope. She clung on tight with both hands, her legs and knees holding on too to keep the hefty girl in place. As a result, her shaking and wiggling caused the rope to swing with the girl carried along, and thanks to just how many of the bees were buzzing about her, and the wind starting to pick up and push her this way and that, the rotund girl began to sway with a distinct cadence, like a metronome arm arcing back and forth by quite a way, until there came a sudden strong gust, spooking Pooh-Chan. She yelped, clinging onto the rope tightly as she was thrust forward, then carried by her weight backward with force.

Thoompf!

Pooh-Chan grumbled softly, coming to terms with her position. The rope had been knocked loose from her grip in the shock of what had happened, dangling a short way out of her reach, limp and useless. Pooh-Chan stretched for the rope, only to feel a tightness about her legs and lower back, like a circular pressure squeezing her lightly yet firmly. The girl reached back to find the rough bark of the honey tree at her fingertips. With a frown, she felt along the bark closer to where the pressure was, and finally her palm found the smooth fabric of her shorts and where it met the coarse skin of the tree. In a moment of clarity, Pooh-Chan realised where she was, and tried to move herself, pressing her hands to the bark surrounding her, only to find she was unable to move. She tried to wiggle and kick her legs, but her hips were pinned and prevented from moving.

“Oh bother,” she whined. “I'm stuck!”

And so she was. The gust had blown her higher than before, and her momentum had carried her, bottom-fist, right into the entrance of the beehive, were it had promptly become plugged. The poor girl struggled and strained, but she simply could not get loose from her spot.

“I'm the wrong way round,” she complained. “But I can't turn around... Oh, how will I get the honey now?” As she lamented her position, so close to her prize and yet completely unable to reach it thanks to her sticky situation, her stomach rumbled loudly once or twice, the mouthful of honey only making her feel more hungry now. The rumbled caused the bees on either side of her to buzz curiously about her. “Oh, I'm sorry, bees. I didn't mean t- ehehe! Hahahaha! St-Stop!”

The rumbled and quakes of Pooh-Chan's belly caused the bees to land on her once more, crawling all over her torso, up her top and along her arms, tickling her mercilessly yet without spite. She the bees tickled her, Pooh-Chan began to wiggle, at least as much as she could in her predicament. The trembles of her backside as it blocked the beehive caused interest inside, with the bees trying to work out what was going on, and why their way in and out was now stopped-up. The insects soon figured out the issue, and seemed to mass together before flying headlong at the cork in their home.

Pooh-Chan felt a few pokes as the bees bumped her from behind. Then it happened again, more forcefully this time. Each time the action repeated, it semed to grow more and more powerful, while the bees outside trying to return to the hive grouped and continued to tickle the poor blonde girl. She giggled... and she wiggled... and...

“Oh!” Pooh-Chan cried out as everything came together at once. All the bees inside slammed into her backside, while all the bees outside tickled her to no end, and together the movements freed her from the hole. Bees buzzed all around her, knocked from her body or hurtling out of the hole, but Pooh-Chan's attention instantly shifted when she remembered she was not holding the rope any more. “Oh bother... I think I will come down now!”

The girl scrabbled as she fell from the hole, managing to snag the rope a few feet down. The sudden force of her fall on the rope tugged her back up, and bounced her and the rope up a bit. The hook, shaken loose from all the swaying before, slipped from the branch and together Pooh-Chan and her climbing equipment plummeted for a time. Pooh-Chan did not know what was going on, but the ground did not look so friendly as it rushed up towards her.

With a squeal, she threw her arm out, and the hook managed to find another branch, latching in place at the nook of a thick, tough limb where it met the trunk. The sudden snagging of the hook jolted Pooh-Chan and the rope swung her to and fro, bumping her into the tree trunk as she slipped down the coil, jostling her and only causing her more confusion on her descent. When she finally came to a halt, the girl was clinging onto the rope for dear life, eyes clenched tight shut. Gingerly, she opened one eye and looked around with trepidation, only to find herself only a foot or two from the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief and let herself relax just a little.

SNAP!

SPLAT!

“...oh bother...” Pooh-Chan said morosely as she started pulling herself from the muddy place she had landed in when the rope snapped, covered head to two in thick, damp mud. Her red shirt and yellow shorts marred by dark marks. She climbed to a dry spot near the muddy place and looked around to assess the damage. “Oh... I lost the rope... and the hook's too high to reach now.” She sat on her backside and looked up glumly at the hole in the tree as the bees resumed their business, her stomach growling and rumbly loudly, but it was too far away, and now she was too hungry to focus on another attempt at the tree. “Sorry, tummy. We'll have to find honey somewhere else...”

With a soft sigh, Pooh-Chan picked herself up and made for the nearby river to clean herself up after her failed attempt, hoping to think of somewhere else to get her treat.

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Despite her stocky build, Pooh-Chan hurried over to the old tree, the rough trail and her somewhat unfit nature making the journey a bit longer than she had hoped, however as she looked up at the hole where the bees were buzzing, she quickly realised the first problem she was going to have in getting her treat; actually getting to the beehive.

The tree housing the hive was tall, taller than the majority in the surrounding forest. The old tree had been around for many years, and though it was tall, hefty and solid, the years had not been kind. The top had been fractured open by a bolt of lightning long ago, with the scorched wood left jagged and broken where once the topping branches and leaves had been. As a result, the tree stood as a hulking monolith, petrified and turned almost stone-like, leaving gnarled bark firm enough to take a lot of strain. Pooh-Chan found a spot where the bumps and grooves of the tree were particularly deep and seemed like they would work as foot-holds and stepped up, tentatively testing the hold before looking up and considering the height of the tree.

“It's a long way up,” she pondered, sounding a little unsure, but her stomach growled loudly. She frowned and rubbed her middle. “Oh, don't worry, tummy, we'll get up there.” The blonde girl swallowed softly, steeling herself before gripping the bark and hefting herself up little by little. “Here goes!”

Pooh-Chan pulled herself up, moving from grip to grip until she reached a low branch which she could haul herself up onto to boost herself to the next branch. As she climbed higher and higher, she tried to distract herself from the height and the grumbling of her belly with a little song which she hummed to herself.

“Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum,
I'm so rumbly in my tummy,
Time to munch an early luncheon,
Time for something sweet!”

Pooh-Chan grunted and stopped her song for a moment as she tried to hoist herself higher and bumped her head on the branch above her. She squeaked as she gingerly rubbed her head, then shimmied to the side of the branch and clambered up on top of the branch. She looked up and spied the bees, a thought occuring as she resumed her climb and her song.

“Oh I wouldn't climb this tree,
If I flew like a bee!
But I wouldn't be a girl then,
So I guess I wouldn't care then!”

Pooh-Chan climbed and climbed, pulling herself up branches and scooting up the trunk where she could not reach a branch. She was making good progress, maybe a third of the way up the tree, but she still had a way to go. Her climbing reminded her of a story Christopher Robin told her many years ago, about a kind of bear which was soft and liked to climb trees in search of honey. She paused on the branch as she considered this, giggling softly, but her tummy rumbled again. Reminded of her task at hand, she gripped onto the tree trunk and started to shimmy upwards once again.

“Poohs love honey and I'm a Pooh girl!
So I do care, so I'll climb there!”

A short way down from the hole, Pooh-Chan found a branch which had grown vertically upward. It seemed to end a little way from the opening, and given how long the climb had taken, and the sweet scent on the air from her closeness to the hive, Pooh-Chan decided this was the perfect shortcut to get up to the hole. She smiled to herself as she wrapped her arms and legs around the branch and started hauling herself up little by little, gripping her hands above her head and pulling up while using her legs to push her bulk up bit by bit.

Pooh-Chan reached the top of the branch, where it grew narrower and more flexible. As her girth neared the top, her weight caused the branch to sway, and with careful ease the girl directed the branch towards the opening. She beamed as she spied the golden honey inside. Her belly gurgled hungrily once more, pleading for her to get some of the sticky treat.

“I'm so rumbly in my tummy,” Pooh-Chan sang, reaching forward to the hole. She was a little out of reach so she scooted forward on the branch and reached again. “Time... for something...” The hole was still just a little way out of her range. Pooh-Chan risked another scoot forward, the branch sagging further as her weight shifted forward again. “...for something sweet... to-”

SNAP!

“-Eat!” Pooh-Chan yelped out the last word as, much to her shock, the branch creaked under the strain of her weight and finally broke, sending her into a free-fall. “Oh help!” She spun in the air and landed heavily on her backside on a branch below, bouncing her up a little. “Oof! Oh dear... how did I- nnf!”

She tumbled from the branch and fell a way before jerking to a halt a short way up. The branch behind her had snagged the waistband of her shorts and underwear and held her in place a while. The fall shifted her weight forward, causing her shorts to pull back from her backside while she dangled with her cheeks peeking out. She wiggled a little, feeling rather uncomfortable as her knickers were tugged against her cheeks and her shorts squeezed her thighs.

“Ooh... I suppose it comes from liking honey so much...” Pooh-Chan whined softly to herself as she tried to escape her predicament.

Pooh-Chan squirmed, trying to get loose from the branch, almost sure she could hear the bees laughing at her high above for the rather silly predicament she found herself in, or perhaps the fact she was in the unusual position with her underwear and backside peeking out to the sky. Her movements caused the branch to rock slightly, bouncing her and causing the waistband of her shorts to tear slightly, accompanying the popped seam on the hip, yet the movement also caused the old branch she was on to break too, sending the girl falling a few feet into the gorse bush below her.

Pooh-Chan pulled herself out of the bush, grateful she was reletively unscathed as she brushed the prickles and spines of gorse from her clothes and hair. The girl sighed a little as she looked up to the hole in the tree, thinking.

“Oh bother,” she said. “Maybe climbing isn't such a good idea.” She pondered the problematic predicament a little more. “Hmm... Maybe Christopher Robin has something which might help me float up there... Like...” Her eyes widened and seemed to sparkle as an idea came to her. Without another word, she hurried to the house and over to Christopher Robin's cupboard in the main living space of the .

Pooh-Chan's friend and housemate kept a cupboard full of helpful items scavenged from around the forest and the surrounding area, and it was here the chubby girl hoped to find a solution to her problem. Inside Christopher Robin's cupboard, Pooh-Chan found many tools, in a variety of conditions, from near new and shining, to old, weathered and rusty, along to some large sheets of worn tarpauline, a long rod with an intricate end cap which seemed to have been crushed at some previous point, and a number of jars. After a bit of digging around, Pooh-Chan let out a cry of success before hurrying out of the cupboard carrying a large coil of rope, and a sort of pronged metallic shape, which could just as easily have been a small anchor or a candelabra, not that the girl knew what that was.

Pooh-Chan ran to the tree once more and tried to remember how her friend had made the item she needed. She fiddled with the rope and clumsily bound it to the pronged item, taking care to make the knot tight despite how haphazardly she was putting it together. With the roped claw made, Pooh-Chan looked up to the hole where the bees flew around still, then spun the claw beside her and hurled it upwards. The first few attempts saw the hook bounce off of the bark of the tree tree and fall back to the ground with a dull thud, but Pooh-Chan was not one to give up easily. Whenever she failed, she would reel in the hook and try again, and again, until at last the hook found its target, wrapping around a branch a short way up from the hole.

“Yay!” Pooh-Chan cheered, tugging on the rope. It seemed solid, and the branch seemed strong enough to hold her weight. Right on cue, her middle growled again, the efforts getting the hook up only making her more hungry. The portly girl rubbed her belly and grimaced. “Oh... don't worry, tummy, just a little longer to wait!”

Without much more thought, Pooh-Chan tied the rope around her waist and started to pull herself up along the rope, making her way towards the hole. Despite how easy and straight-forward the climb was, Pooh-Chan's hunger and somewhat lacking upper body strength made the process long and arduous, so by the time Pooh-Chan reached the hole at long last, her tummy was more rumbly than ever. As Pooh-Chan reached for the hole initially, a bee, curious about the visitor, landed on her nose. Pooh-Chan froze, turning her eyes to the insect resting on her face.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Bee,” she greeted, trying to not seem like a threat while slowly reaching for the honey in the tree that was so very close by. “Don't mind me, I'm... just a little... rain cloud.” She hummed a bit of a tune, reaching into the hole as she did.

“I'm just a little black rain cloud,
Hovering under the honey tree.
I'm only a little rain cloud,
Pay no attention to little me...”

While she sang her little song to the bee, Pooh-Chan's fingers found the honey, warm and sticky as it pooled in the hive. She smiled pleasantly, scooping a thick handful while holding on tight to the rope with her other arm and both legs to ensure she would not fall.

“Everyone knows that a rain cloud,
Never eats honey, no not a nip!
I'm floating around, over the ground,
Wondering where I will drip.”

The bee seemed to take Pooh-Chan's word and buzzed off of her nose, the scratchy feet tickling her nose a little as it took off. Pooh-Chan grinned and looked to her hand, seeing the honey in her cupped, sticky palm and feeling her stomach rumble. She shook loose a few bees which came out with the handful of honey, then quickly gulped down her claimed prize. Her heart fluttered as she tasted the rich sweetness of the fresh honey, and proceeded to clean her hand to get all the goodness, not paying mind to her position, nor the way her red shirt had ridden up some, leaving a gap between her flesh and the fabric of the shirt. Her stomach rumbled and gurgled, and the sound and vibrations caused the bees to curiously investigate, unsure what to make of the source of the sounds.

“Hovering under the honey tr- Hehehe!” Pooh-Chan giggled, her song interrupted as she felt something up her chest and side, tickling her and making the tubby girl wiggle. “N-n-no -hehe- st-stop it, bees!”

The bees did not listen to poor Pooh-Chan's protests, her squirming and shaking only making them venture further up her top, crawling and buzzing around her fleshy torso and only tickling her more. Luckily for the girl, these bees were a breed of stingless bee, and did not pose any immediate danger to her, but all the tickling made it hard to keep hold of the rope. She clung on tight with both hands, her legs and knees holding on too to keep the hefty girl in place. As a result, her shaking and wiggling caused the rope to swing with the girl carried along, and thanks to just how many of the bees were buzzing about her, and the wind starting to pick up and push her this way and that, the rotund girl began to sway with a distinct cadence, like a metronome arm arcing back and forth by quite a way, until there came a sudden strong gust, spooking Pooh-Chan. She yelped, clinging onto the rope tightly as she was thrust forward, then carried by her weight backward with force.

Thoompf!

Pooh-Chan grumbled softly, coming to terms with her position. The rope had been knocked loose from her grip in the shock of what had happened, dangling a short way out of her reach, limp and useless. Pooh-Chan stretched for the rope, only to feel a tightness about her legs and lower back, like a circular pressure squeezing her lightly yet firmly. The girl reached back to find the rough bark of the honey tree at her fingertips. With a frown, she felt along the bark closer to where the pressure was, and finally her palm found the smooth fabric of her shorts and where it met the coarse skin of the tree. In a moment of clarity, Pooh-Chan realised where she was, and tried to move herself, pressing her hands to the bark surrounding her, only to find she was unable to move. She tried to wiggle and kick her legs, but her hips were pinned and prevented from moving.

“Oh bother,” she whined. “I'm stuck!”

And so she was. The gust had blown her higher than before, and her momentum had carried her, bottom-fist, right into the entrance of the beehive, were it had promptly become plugged. The poor girl struggled and strained, but she simply could not get loose from her spot.

“I'm the wrong way round,” she complained. “But I can't turn around... Oh, how will I get the honey now?” As she lamented her position, so close to her prize and yet completely unable to reach it thanks to her sticky situation, her stomach rumbled loudly once or twice, the mouthful of honey only making her feel more hungry now. The rumbled caused the bees on either side of her to buzz curiously about her. “Oh, I'm sorry, bees. I didn't mean t- ehehe! Hahahaha! St-Stop!”

The rumbled and quakes of Pooh-Chan's belly caused the bees to land on her once more, crawling all over her torso, up her top and along her arms, tickling her mercilessly yet without spite. She the bees tickled her, Pooh-Chan began to wiggle, at least as much as she could in her predicament. The trembles of her backside as it blocked the beehive caused interest inside, with the bees trying to work out what was going on, and why their way in and out was now stopped-up. The insects soon figured out the issue, and seemed to mass together before flying headlong at the cork in their home.

Pooh-Chan felt a few pokes as the bees bumped her from behind. Then it happened again, more forcefully this time. Each time the action repeated, it semed to grow more and more powerful, while the bees outside trying to return to the hive grouped and continued to tickle the poor blonde girl. She giggled... and she wiggled... and...

“Oh!” Pooh-Chan cried out as everything came together at once. All the bees inside slammed into her backside, while all the bees outside tickled her to no end, and together the movements freed her from the hole. Bees buzzed all around her, knocked from her body or hurtling out of the hole, but Pooh-Chan's attention instantly shifted when she remembered she was not holding the rope any more. “Oh bother... I think I will come down now!”

The girl scrabbled as she fell from the hole, managing to snag the rope a few feet down. The sudden force of her fall on the rope tugged her back up, and bounced her and the rope up a bit. The hook, shaken loose from all the swaying before, slipped from the branch and together Pooh-Chan and her climbing equipment plummeted for a time. Pooh-Chan did not know what was going on, but the ground did not look so friendly as it rushed up towards her.

With a squeal, she threw her arm out, and the hook managed to find another branch, latching in place at the nook of a thick, tough limb where it met the trunk. The sudden snagging of the hook jolted Pooh-Chan and the rope swung her to and fro, bumping her into the tree trunk as she slipped down the coil, jostling her and only causing her more confusion on her descent. When she finally came to a halt, the girl was clinging onto the rope for dear life, eyes clenched tight shut. Gingerly, she opened one eye and looked around with trepidation, only to find herself only a foot or two from the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief and let herself relax just a little.

SNAP!

SPLAT!

“...oh bother...” Pooh-Chan said morosely as she started pulling herself from the muddy place she had landed in when the rope snapped, covered head to two in thick, damp mud. Her red shirt and yellow shorts marred by dark marks. She climbed to a dry spot near the muddy place and looked around to assess the damage. “Oh... I lost the rope... and the hook's too high to reach now.” She sat on her backside and looked up glumly at the hole in the tree as the bees resumed their business, her stomach growling and rumbly loudly, but it was too far away, and now she was too hungry to focus on another attempt at the tree. “Sorry, tummy. We'll have to find honey somewhere else...”

With a soft sigh, Pooh-Chan picked herself up and made for the nearby river to clean herself up after her failed attempt, hoping to think of somewhere else to get her treat.