Post by Dante on Apr 27, 2009 13:37:50 GMT -5
Username: Dante
Current canons: No Canons.
Canon you're auditioning for: Pooh Bear
Media canon is from: When We Were Very Young (1924)
Is the current canon taken?: No. (No idea why, though)
Audition post (400 words):
The Sun was hanging over the creamy sky like a giant bumblebee, spreading its light over the fair and beautiful Hundred Acre Woods. The butterflies flittered and danced about as the many birds sang their morning songs of delight. The light flashed off of the dew droplets, making the trees and grass glitter with glee. A beautiful scene that would put a smile on even the most heartless being's face, wouldn't you say? The morning calling of Owl had echoed throughout the Hundred Acre Woods, waking the residents from their peaceful sleep.
Deep in the woods, though, was a rather tall tree that reached to the top of the sky it seemed. There was an odd feature, though, which set this tree apart from all of the other tall trees in this forest. A house was built inside of it that had a purple door and a purple window. A chimney was located on the top edge of this peculiar tree house, single puffs of smoke rolling out of the opening like little clouds. A sign hung over the door with the name "Sanders" painted in white paint. The echo didn't seem to reach to this certain house, but the owner knew what time it was.
The loud yawn from this equaly peculiar owner startled a few perched birds that had made their home on his roof. Oh, now who could this fine fellow be? It was only Pooh Bear, the honey loving, yellow bear that always seemed to bear a happy aura around his fluffy body. Pooh stretched, his pointed sleeping hat falling over his eyes. The jolly bear giggled as he placed it on the chest of drawers by his bed.
He was also wearing pajamas of a light, lavender color of which he also took off. Pooh stood up and stretched once more, slowly making his way to a hook on the wall. This was where his favorite shirt was hanging, the upper body wear colored a bright red. He slid this on, attempting to walk out of the door while changing, but the chubby bear fell over his own feet and toppled on the floor, his shirt finally fitting him correctly. "Hm hm hm... I need to be a bit more careful when I walk. I sure don't want to fall again. I might get hurt."
Pooh looked down at his feet as he began to walk forward, counting his steps. "One and two. One and two. One and two..." Pooh continued this until he finally exited his house, looking around to see the beauty of the morning. Oh, how Pooh loved this time of day. There was always something to see and something to do, but today, he felt like something new. He knew what he wanted to do!
He was going to take a walk around Hundred Acre Woods to embrace its magnificence. That seemed like a great plan. Oh yes indeed, but first, he needed to do his morning excercises. That was a must for every day. So, this little bear began to bend down to touch his tippey toes. He slowly came up and stretched his arms outwards, following up with a few jumping jacks. That was quite enough of that, I would say.
Pooh was now ready to leave, but first, he needed his pot of honey. He couldn't leave home without it! The plump bear bent down and used both of his hands to pick up the overfilled honey pot, dipping his paws into the sweet substance. Pooh removed his hands and began to eat what was on his hand, which was, of course, the honey treat.
The bear walked towards a marked path, a smile plastered over his face.
Later that day
Our Pooh Bear had finally met up with a log that was stuck on a hill. On this grassy platform was a tree with a swing attatched to one of its trunks. The bear sat on this log and ate what was left of his breakfast, which wasn't breakfast anymore since it was becoming late, and stared over the Hundred Acre Woods. Oh yes, it was a very splendid sight to behold and Pooh was enjoying every bit of his time here. He thought that he would never look away, but, alas, he was out of honey.
Pooh looked down into his pot, troubled by this thought of no honey. Pooh was hungry, still. You could hear his tummbly making the rumblies! "Oh bother. Oh well. Breakfast is almost over. Now what's this?" Pooh had spotted a fluttering, purple butterfly with blue spots on its light wings. This intrigued our fluffy bear, so when the bug left, Pooh made his way to follow it, honey pot still in hand.
"Oh, please come back, Mr. Butterfly. I certainley won't bite." The yellow bear followed this bug all the way home, making the bear exhausted. The butterfly made a U-turn and flew back to Pooh, fluttering in place for a second before landing on his nose. Pooh laughed, waving good-bye to Mr. Butterfly as he flew back to his own home. "Good bye, Mr. Butterfly. I hope to see you soon."
The bear sighed lightly as he went to go take a quick nap inside of his house. He locked his door, walked over to his pajamas and removed his shirt to replace it with his sleeping attire. He put on his night hat and climbed into bed. Now that our silly little bear thought of it, he had only walked today. That meant it was time for more exercise. Then, he would be able to run fast and even keep up with Tigger... Now our little bear was falling asleep from just thinking about his future.
As the moon appeared over the deep, blue ocean of stars, the birds climbed into their nests and the butterflies hid inside of trees. Our other friend Owl had also fallen asleep, knowing that he would have to wake up in the morning to wake the others up from their peaceful sleep. The dew was gone and more was beginning to form. Now, the Hundred Acre Woods was asleep, not even a peep being made from the tiniest of mice. This was, indeed, a peaceful scene of happiness.
Current canons: No Canons.
Canon you're auditioning for: Pooh Bear
Media canon is from: When We Were Very Young (1924)
Is the current canon taken?: No. (No idea why, though)
Audition post (400 words):
The Sun was hanging over the creamy sky like a giant bumblebee, spreading its light over the fair and beautiful Hundred Acre Woods. The butterflies flittered and danced about as the many birds sang their morning songs of delight. The light flashed off of the dew droplets, making the trees and grass glitter with glee. A beautiful scene that would put a smile on even the most heartless being's face, wouldn't you say? The morning calling of Owl had echoed throughout the Hundred Acre Woods, waking the residents from their peaceful sleep.
Deep in the woods, though, was a rather tall tree that reached to the top of the sky it seemed. There was an odd feature, though, which set this tree apart from all of the other tall trees in this forest. A house was built inside of it that had a purple door and a purple window. A chimney was located on the top edge of this peculiar tree house, single puffs of smoke rolling out of the opening like little clouds. A sign hung over the door with the name "Sanders" painted in white paint. The echo didn't seem to reach to this certain house, but the owner knew what time it was.
The loud yawn from this equaly peculiar owner startled a few perched birds that had made their home on his roof. Oh, now who could this fine fellow be? It was only Pooh Bear, the honey loving, yellow bear that always seemed to bear a happy aura around his fluffy body. Pooh stretched, his pointed sleeping hat falling over his eyes. The jolly bear giggled as he placed it on the chest of drawers by his bed.
He was also wearing pajamas of a light, lavender color of which he also took off. Pooh stood up and stretched once more, slowly making his way to a hook on the wall. This was where his favorite shirt was hanging, the upper body wear colored a bright red. He slid this on, attempting to walk out of the door while changing, but the chubby bear fell over his own feet and toppled on the floor, his shirt finally fitting him correctly. "Hm hm hm... I need to be a bit more careful when I walk. I sure don't want to fall again. I might get hurt."
Pooh looked down at his feet as he began to walk forward, counting his steps. "One and two. One and two. One and two..." Pooh continued this until he finally exited his house, looking around to see the beauty of the morning. Oh, how Pooh loved this time of day. There was always something to see and something to do, but today, he felt like something new. He knew what he wanted to do!
He was going to take a walk around Hundred Acre Woods to embrace its magnificence. That seemed like a great plan. Oh yes indeed, but first, he needed to do his morning excercises. That was a must for every day. So, this little bear began to bend down to touch his tippey toes. He slowly came up and stretched his arms outwards, following up with a few jumping jacks. That was quite enough of that, I would say.
Pooh was now ready to leave, but first, he needed his pot of honey. He couldn't leave home without it! The plump bear bent down and used both of his hands to pick up the overfilled honey pot, dipping his paws into the sweet substance. Pooh removed his hands and began to eat what was on his hand, which was, of course, the honey treat.
The bear walked towards a marked path, a smile plastered over his face.
Later that day
Our Pooh Bear had finally met up with a log that was stuck on a hill. On this grassy platform was a tree with a swing attatched to one of its trunks. The bear sat on this log and ate what was left of his breakfast, which wasn't breakfast anymore since it was becoming late, and stared over the Hundred Acre Woods. Oh yes, it was a very splendid sight to behold and Pooh was enjoying every bit of his time here. He thought that he would never look away, but, alas, he was out of honey.
Pooh looked down into his pot, troubled by this thought of no honey. Pooh was hungry, still. You could hear his tummbly making the rumblies! "Oh bother. Oh well. Breakfast is almost over. Now what's this?" Pooh had spotted a fluttering, purple butterfly with blue spots on its light wings. This intrigued our fluffy bear, so when the bug left, Pooh made his way to follow it, honey pot still in hand.
"Oh, please come back, Mr. Butterfly. I certainley won't bite." The yellow bear followed this bug all the way home, making the bear exhausted. The butterfly made a U-turn and flew back to Pooh, fluttering in place for a second before landing on his nose. Pooh laughed, waving good-bye to Mr. Butterfly as he flew back to his own home. "Good bye, Mr. Butterfly. I hope to see you soon."
The bear sighed lightly as he went to go take a quick nap inside of his house. He locked his door, walked over to his pajamas and removed his shirt to replace it with his sleeping attire. He put on his night hat and climbed into bed. Now that our silly little bear thought of it, he had only walked today. That meant it was time for more exercise. Then, he would be able to run fast and even keep up with Tigger... Now our little bear was falling asleep from just thinking about his future.
As the moon appeared over the deep, blue ocean of stars, the birds climbed into their nests and the butterflies hid inside of trees. Our other friend Owl had also fallen asleep, knowing that he would have to wake up in the morning to wake the others up from their peaceful sleep. The dew was gone and more was beginning to form. Now, the Hundred Acre Woods was asleep, not even a peep being made from the tiniest of mice. This was, indeed, a peaceful scene of happiness.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao