“Oh, bother,” said Pooh, as the unclean emanations of the Old Ones manifested as squamous and rugose tentacles that were of no earthly color.Then:
#546 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 10, 2007, 05:24 AM:After that, we were all eaten by Great Old Ones.
from “The Dream-Quest of Pooh Corner”…
I am forced into speech because Rabbit and other Organdized People have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and so it is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated Expotition to the East Pole - with its vast Woozle hunt and its wholesale boring and excavation of Heffalump Traps. And I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain…
…”It’s All Right,” said Eeyore, looking into the dark waters again. “This Sort of Thing was Bound to Happen. Just a question of the Stars being Right, I suppose.”
“I mean,” he continued, as the surface of the water was torn asunder and a mass of hideous, churning flesh rose into view, “what else was I supposed to Expect?”
“There’s Rabbit,” he said, as the blasphemous mouth of the being from the depths opened in a scream. “He’s Energetic, Rabbit is, but he will Meddle in the Forbidden Arts. And then there’s Owl. Owl is very intelligent, but I’m afraid that in some of the older and more unsettling texts in his house he may have seen things that have driven him into shrill unreasoning madness. And then there’s Tigger. No earthly creature could possibly Bounce quite so much as Tigger.”
For source materials and fellow-travelers, see also Tales of the Plush Cthulhu, Mary Dell’s latest joyful artifices, a Hokusai you can’t open in the office, and a great deal of further strangeness in that line.
From the stygian deeps of the comment thread (#27, actually), ajay replies,
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,Have a look. The Pooh/LOTR/Lovecraft nexus is getting a workout (“Pooh escapes from the Downfall of Numenor in Christopher Robin’s umbrella, renamed The Brain of Pooh, bearing with him Piglet and a seedling of the Eldest of Trees…”), and the bleeding remains of Rob Holdstock, Robert Frost, and Dr. Seuss have been found, torn as if by the talons of some great beast.
That’s not dead which can eternal lie,
And in aeons strange even Death may die —
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.