"What do you want to do today, Christopher Robin?" I asked my son.
"We have not been to the zoo in a long time, so can we go see Pooh and Winnie?" he answered.
"Sure," I replied. Ever since my son was little he loved going to the zoo; he loved seeing all of the different kinds of animals. He had two favorite animals, a swan named Pooh and a bear named Winnie. Whenever we went to the zoo I let him go up to Winnie and feed her, because I knew how much he loved her. I saw how much he adored the bear, so one day I bought him a little stuffed bear. Christopher Robin named the bear Winnie the Pooh after his two favorite zoo animals. My husband, A. A. Milne, and I noticed that he was getting tired of just one stuffed animal, so we bought him
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"I would be fine, but my husband wants to keep it for himself," I answered.
"Well, I could give you one million dollars for the rights," he replied.
"I will do it," I answered immediately.
When I got home I started to think of ways to sell the rights to Walt Disney. I soon realized that I had to somehow get rid of my husband. I knew that I had to do it soon and Christopher Robin had to be out of the house. When my husband came into the kitchen for dinner I served him a bowl of "special" soup. He ate the soup and died instantly. I called the police and made up a fake story, and then I got a hold of Walt Disney. "I am ready to sell the rights, Walt. We should get our lawyers together to write up a contract," I said to him over the phone.
"Excellent," he exclaimed, "I take it your husband came around?"
"I brought it up over dinner and he was dying to make a deal," I briefly explained. The next day the contract was ready to be signed. The mother in me thought to double-check with Christopher Robin, but the business woman in me knew that was a waste of time. It all went downhill from there. My relationship with my son quickly ended after I signed the contract and did not give him any