A/N: Yes, I KNOW I have a lot of stories in progress already, but I thought it would be a fun idea to write a Winnie the Pooh story for a change. My other unfinished stories will be continued when I feel like continuing them, and the same goes for this one, and since they are my stories you can't do anything about that, ha! J/k really. I just keep getting terrible writer's block that I can't seen to get around, so please forgive me for that.

I should really get to the story now. Please try to enjoy it.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own the cartoon/book Winnie the Pooh. Isn't that sad? - bursts into tears - waaaa!!!

Memories Of A Fading Rainbow

It was a quiet, peaceful evening, and the 5 friends were sitting near the edge of a cliff watching the sunset.

Suddenly Pooh spoke up, breaking the silence.

"I don't know about everyone else, but I had a lot of fun today. Playing with all of my friends, and enjoying everyone's company is so very wonderful."

Christopher Robin smiled at the happy bear.

"I had a good time today as well. I love playing with all of you guys, and I hope these happy, carefree days never end."

Rabbit spoke up as well.

"Don't we all?"

Then he let out a huge yawn.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to bed. It's been a very eventful day, and I'm feeling tired. See you all tomorrow."

And he got up and headed home.

Pooh stood up as well.

"I think I should be getting some shut-eye also. Goodbye for now everybody. I will play with you again tomorrow."

And then he left too.

Finally, Christopher Robin rose from his spot.

"I believe it's time for all of us to go to bed. I shall see all of you bright and early tomorrow morning, and I expect you to be ready for another day of play."

The rest of the gang got up, said their goodnights, and went home, leaving the sun to descend through the sky all by itself, making brilliant red, orange, and yellow hues light up the heavens, before it at last disappeared for the night.

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Ten years later, an 18 year old Christopher Robin, more rational and level-headed than he had been when he was an eight year old boy, threw aside all of his childish thoughts, including his old friends Winnie, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit, Piglet, and Owl, and turned his focus on more grown up things like high school, and getting an education.

His poor friends no longer got visits from the boy, and missed him terribly, plus, he was going to move away when he went to college , which made them even sadder.

The gang had to make Christopher Robin remember them, or else they'd never get to play with him, or talk to him, again.