It was a perfectly ordinary Thursday in the Hundred Acre Wood—which meant Winnie the Pooh was humming a little something to himself while searching for an uncommonly good smackerel.

He wasn't searching long. Down by the babbling brook, Pooh spotted a flash of color tucked between two mossy stones. It was a ring, set with a stone of vibrant, impossible ruby-red.

"Oh, bother," Pooh murmured, tilting his head. "What a very shiny, un-honey-like thing."

Thinking it a fascinating new toy, Pooh slipped the ring onto his finger. It was slightly too big, but it caught the sun beautifully. The moment it settled, Pooh caught his reflection in the brook. He didn't see the usual simple, round bear; he saw a vision. His fur seemed smoother, his stance more elegant, and his tummy… well, his tummy was still round, but now it seemed regal.

Pooh sighed, a dramatic, chest-heaving sound. "My word. I've been hiding my light under a bushel of fluff."

The first friend Pooh encountered was Piglet, who was tending to a small patch of flowers.

"Oh, hello, Pooh Bear! I've been saving a little nibble of cake for you from yesterday," Piglet squeaked happily.

Pooh struck a pose, his head tilted back. "Cake? My dear, dear Piglet. I couldn't possibly. Those rich, heavy starches simply clash with my current physique goals." He then began doing a very odd, delicate knee-bend.

Piglet’s ears drooped. "Physique goals?"

"Indeed," Pooh declared, holding out his ringed hand. "Don't you think I look rather… striking? I feel a powerful need to be admired."

Later, Kanga was hanging laundry when Pooh approached. He smoothed his fur and offered a sweeping, low bow—a move that nearly sent him tumbling.

"Kanga, my sweet," he purred, using a voice she’d never heard. "Your dedication to domestic linens is truly inspiring. I must say, your apron brings out the magnificent amber in my eyes."

Kanga blinked, holding a sock. "Pooh? Are you feeling quite well?"

"Never better! Though, perhaps I could use a touch of oil for my dry elbows." He glanced pointedly at Roo, who was playing nearby. "Tell young Roo not to get so muddy. It is quite unsightly."

The Hundred Acre Wood was quickly turning upside down.