“Now Kanga, the first thing you have to know is that honey comes from beehives and beehives are full of bees.”

Kanga nodded quickly, rolling her eyes at Poohs slow explanation about where to find honey. She knew where it came from, all that mattered to her was how she was going to get more. Every since last night all she had been able to think of was getting another handful of the sweet, sweet stuff in her maw and nothing else. She had even forgotten to tuck in Roo last night because she had honey on the mind. Now she was standing under a bee hive filled with honey. She was barely listening to Pooh as she eyed her treat.

“Finding the hives are easy, but getting them down is very hard. You have to be smart like me to figure out how to get it down safely,” Pooh explained as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Kanga stared at Pooh; it would take him hours to come up with a clever way to get the honey down. Staring at the hive and then the tree, Kanga figured out the fastest way to get the honey into her greedy paws. The mother kangaroo knew how to use her wide hips to bounce, but she also knew how to use them for other things. Wiggling her wide waist she lined herself up beside the tree and slammed her big hips into the mighty oak. Her fat hips smashed into the tree hard, making it shake and knocking the bee hive off its branch. The beehive fell to the ground, bouncing several times before rolling to Pooh’s feet. The stuffed bear didn’t realize what had happened until he heard hundreds of little buzzes coming at him.

“Oh bother,” he groaned and stared at the fallen beehive at his feet and then the bees and then the bee’s nasty stingers. Yelping he turned to run, moving as fast as his stubby legs would let him. He cried out for someone to save him. “HHHEEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!!”

Kanga watched him run off, leading the bees away and leaving the hive behind. Shifting her eyes around to make sure no one was watching, she bounced over to the beehive and picked it up. Grinning as she held her precious in her paws, she called out to Pooh as he ran on. “….um, I’ll just get the honey out then.”

Walking off with the honey, she pushed her paw into the hive and pulled out a big glob of the thick goo. Licking her chops, she shoved it in and sucked every last bit of it off her paw. Moaning and smiling, she headed home, wondering where she’d get her next fix.


Humming softly to herself, Kanga brought her afternoon snack home. The beehive had lasted her barely ten minutes, which by then she had licked clean. With her muzzle covered in honey and a manic gleam in her eyes, she had gone to get more, roping Tigger, Pooh, Rabbit, Piglet and her son into helping her not only find more honey, but helping her carry it. And she needed the help, because what constituted a afternoon snack to her was enough honey to feed an army.

“Keep up boys,” Kanga cheerfully said as she helped herself to her fifth honey pot. The boys groaned, dragging behind them a cart piled as high as possible. The mountain of honey pots they carried reached all the way to the sky and beyond the pages of the book. The men were pulling the wagon, but Kanga was helping them too, every couple minutes she’d polish off another honey pot and lessen the load slightly. The men would have preferred that she help, but she was too busy stuffing her face to say anything.

“I simply cannot believe this. Kanga’s become more obsessed with honey than you Pooh,” Rabbit told the pudgy bear, who was sporting several nasty welts from getting stung. Pooh just stared ahead, smiling without a care in the world. He might have been betrayed by Kanga and forced into manual labor, but she promised him a taste of her honey and that made everything better. “I believe you are right rabbit, but what does obsessed mean?”

Rabbit groaned. Kanga might have been a honey fiend, but at least she wasn’t half as much of a headache as this honey fiend.

Kanga’s friends brought all the honey pots to her home, helping her stack them up high all over the hollowed out tree. Nearly every space in the house was filled with honey pots, including Roo’s room. Kanga told him he’d be staying with Tigger until there was more room, getting a cry of excitement from both boys. With just enough room for Kanga to fit into her own home, she began eating and eating and eating.