The TreehouseOne day in the Hundred Acre Wood, Christopher Robin was sitting in Owl's treehouse, studying for his schoolwork. He was also puzzled, because ever since he opened up that Algebra book Owl has been emptily staring at him. There was something off about Owl too. Could it be his eyes? Nah, he probably has a few feathers missing. Or maybe...The Treehouse by ~Dalton-Man321
"Christopher, I have a confession to make." Owl said out of nowhere, interrupting his thinking.
"And what's that?"
"I have lips. I am not a true Owl."
Christopher's eyes widened.
"I can't believe that, you don't have lips!"
"What did you say?" Owl said as his beak slowly began to shape-shift into a symmetric circle.
"Y-You don't have lips!" Stammered Christopher Robin in disbelief. "You're an owl! Owls have beaks! Stop it, will you?"
"OH REALLY?!" Owl's voice angrily boomed as his fake beak fell off, revealing his suction nozzle. The area where his beak was once affixed to was red and swollen from years of repetitive beak-wearing. A loud high-pit