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Winnie-the-Pooh’s skull goes on display, reveals sweet tooth

I’m one of those kids whose father read to him growing up. I’d perch on his leg and follow along, as best I could, as he read aloud. This lasted as long as it took for me to be able to read on my own. By my early teens, the only thing he still read to me was the Riot Act, and by my late teens he’d stopped even talking to me. He’d glare in my direction, and bounce his growls off a third party like my mother (“What the hell has he done with his hair?”)

The memories linger, but the hair is gone.

Anyway, one of our favorite reads was the Winnie the Pooh stories by A.A. Milne. I still have the books, along with some of his other writing, and I’ve done some research on the author, his times, and his methods. So this headline grabbed my attention. Looks like Edward Bear over-indulged in honey.