I Oblige the Mournful Beast of Burden

Dear Eeyore (see that this gets to him, won't you, Christopher Robin?),
I am sorry that I contributed to your less than enviable week. I know how trying babysitting can sometimes be. But I'm sure Roo really appreciates it! Anyhow, I have written not one but two stories about you. The longer of the two, however, is a Christmas story, so I won't send it along until it's a bit more seasonal. But this one is just perfect for the tail end of summer. I wrote it a long time ago, so it's a fairly simple story, but I hope this cheers you up a bit!
Contritely,
Erin

A Picnic for Eeyore

Eeyore was bored. The sky was gray.
Would Eeyore find something to do today?
Pooh was hungry. He wanted to eat.
He thought that a picnic would be a treat.
It's raining outside, thought Pooh. Oh, dear!
Well, I'll just take my food and have one in here.
I'll invite Eeyore. He looks so sad.
Perhaps a picnic will make him glad!
Soon Winnie-the-Pooh was at Eeyore's door.
"Come have a picnic with me, Eeyore!
There'll be cake and hunny and, just for you,
There'll be lots of thistles!" said Winnie-the-Pooh.
Eeyore grinned a half-grin and said, "Sure, I'll come.
A picnic like that is bound to be fun!"
So, quick as a wink, the two of them ran
Right back to Pooh's house, and the feasting began.
They ate honey on bread, honey on cake,
Honey on thistles - what a mistake!
By the end of the meal, they both were all sticky,
And getting the honey off them was quite tricky!
But when Eeyore left and the picnic was done,
He said this was the day that he'd had the most fun.

Eeyore Bemoans His Condition

Hallo, Christopher Robin. I hope you've had a better week than I have. Roo's got it in his head he's a cowboy, and since he needs a horse I obliged him. Three days this week. Not that I'm complainin', mind you. It's the most company I've had in weeks. But if I had a spine, I'm sure my back would be sprained by now. That kangaroo is as bouncy as Tigger. An then I read that story your friend wrote, and all I get is a passing mention, and a derogatory one at that. "What is it? You sound like Eeyore." Why not "What is it? You sound like Rabbit"? Why can't somebody write a story about me for a change?
Morosely,
Eeyore

Roo Appeals to Eeyore

Hiya, Eeyore! How ya doin'? I was bouncing around the woods yesterday with my bestest buddy Tigger, and he told me a story about cowboys. It sure was exciting! These guys ride around all day on horses and wear funny hats and try to throw ropes around cows. I know we don't have any cows around here, but I thought maybe if you would pretend to be a horse then we could pretend the heffalumps were cows and try to catch them. They do exist, right? Well, maybe it's better if they don't. I don't know if I'm brave enough to actually go after a Heffalump - but don't tell Tigger! Anyway, I could ride around the Hundred-Acre Wood on your back and look for things to throw my rope at. Wouldn't that be fun? Can I, Eeyore? Please? Pretty please?
Eagerly,
Roo

P.S. Please don't tell Mama about this...