It gets deeper

The house at Pooh corner is already taken but maybe the
"Horse at Pooh Corner with Whinny The Pooh" would be a good satire.
Eeore, the donkey, could be his friend too. With a goat named Rabbit that poops deer manure.
Officer Shittage could come to visit, along with his wife "Charmin" to clean up pooh corner every day. The thing is, eeore is really a nasty ass that really belonged to the Native American Neverwipe tribe so he makes a lot of trouble about cleanup. Rabbit, the little Billy goat, has 2 bigger brothers that are rather "Gruff" and make fun of him when he gets stuck on the bridge where the troll lives and it just scares the deer manure out if him and it gets stuck between the boards of the bridge, making it difficult for cleanup.
Then before they day is done, Whinny will ultamatly Pooh agian.
Take a shot of Biosa, set this on the shelf and you will get the best compost ever.
What do you think? Grimms or Hans?

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