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"So, if your mother is Hekatia, do you think you're going to tell me your story?" Marco grinned excitingly.

"As former queen, it would be my honor," Eclipsa bowed willingly.

Marco turned to Eclipsa's tapestry. A pale woman with red spades on her cheeks and glowing eyes, wearing a Victorian-like black dress, holding a parasol in both of her hands. She's being carried by a giant monster with burgundy skin, four eyes, and pale hair. Both of them, on a flourishing garden under the night.

Then the pedestal rose and glowed.

Eclipsa Queen of Darkness
"Eclipsa Queen of Mewni
to a Mewman King was wed,
but took a monster for her love,
and away from
This is Pon, Pooh's biological guardian. Pon belongs to me Winnie the Pooh belongs to A.A. Milne and Disney 3rd Main group members: Pooh: fav.me/dctod43 Pon: Piglet: fav.me/dctzq58 Pigla: fav.me/dctzstz Tigger: fav.me/dctzvpi Tiggro: fav.me/dcu8d98 Rabbit: fav.me/dcuj9ts Rabba: fav.me/dcuk44p Eeyore: fav.me/dcumiyu Eeyre: fav.me/dcumpwo Owl: fav.me/dcumrs0 Owly: fav.me/dcun03e Roo: fav.me/dcun19h Raa: fav.me/dcun2z0 Lumpy: fav.me/dcun4il Lumpra: fav.me/dcun5ic Kessie: fav.me/dcun6u6 Kessia: fav.me/dcun85f
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Aliases: Pon buddy (by Tiggro) Masked Bear's guardian The Pon With a Name (as a cowboy)
Friends: Kristoffer Ruban (best friend) Pigla (best friend) Tiggro Eeyore Rabba Owly Raa Kessia Lumpra Aggie (dimensional friend) Gophen Kiangra Darben Busterro Wooster Mrs. GuardianHeffalump/Lumpra's mother GuardianPapa Heffalump Guardian Mama Heffalump Guardian Junior Heffalump Bruno Dexterino Pack Rats Skippy Madelon Ruban Evalon Ruban Imaginary team Pon (2nd Dimesnion counterpart)
Enemies: Nop ( Guardian Heffalumps (formerly) Nasty Jack (formerly) Crows (formerly) Bees GuardianWoozles Stan Woozle Heff Heffalump Crud Smudge Skullasaurus Bugs Bruno (formerly) The Backson Giles Winslow Jr.
Occupation: Leader, Semi-Intelligence and Honey sensor of the 3rd group Super Sleuth Guardian of Winnie-the-Pooh
Clothes color: Half-red on top and half-yellow on bottom
Symbol: Honey pot with a label, "Hunny"
Weapons: Lightsaber Honey pots Element of Sharing (shard/ID) Dimensional remote control (temporary) Powers & Abilities: Hand-to-hand combat (if possible) Sensing honey Flight (developed) Laser-eyes The Force (developed) Super strength Communication with bees Power of Friendship Power of Sharing (by element)
Likes: Honey His friends His ward, Pooh Balloons Cookies Sleeping Morning exercises Songs Christmas Autumn Blustery days
Dislikes: Bees Running out of honey Floods The thought of losing Kristoffer Ruban GuardianHeffalumps (formerly and especially Lumpra and his mother) GuardianWoozles His ward and friends in danger
Fears: Losing his ward and friends (especially Kristoffer Ruban and Pigla) Bees The thought of losing Kristoffer Ruban
Residence: His house in the Hundred Acre Wood (Home woods or home world) I team HQ (under Galido residence; Aggie's home world) Affiliation: The Imaginary Team Hundred Acre Woods residents Super Sleuth Mondejar-Galido Family I Team Division: Main Group: 3rd group Group element: Sharing Description/Personality: Pon is Winnie-the-Pooh's biological guardian. He is somewhat similar to Pooh. He is generally kind and friendly towards everyone, and has a demeanor that is childlike and innocent too. Despite of Pooh being Absent-minded and simple, and tends to process things at a slower pace than his friends, to the point of seeming disoriented, Pon is always there for him, and always above his head wherever he goes. Loyal to his friends and the "favored toy" friend of Kristoffer Ruban , Pon is also often entitled to as "leader of the group", besides Pooh. Pon was a very nice guardian who never ask for a fight. Like Pooh, Pon was also title as the leader of the 3rd Main group because of his personality and role model of sharing, which is the element of friendship he and his ward represented. He was also titled as "Semi-intelligent", which when Pooh likes to think of solutions by patting his forehead and says, "think, think, think", Pon did the same, only still floating, or even sitting or standing, on Pooh's head to think, and the honey sensor since his symbol on his clothes can sense honey nearby when it glows. Voiced/Portrayed/Played by: Nicolas Bichtel

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A few years ago I spent a month in a cabin in Montana, my dog Curly as my only companion. The cabin was owned by former first daughter Amy Carter, who had grown up awkwardly before our nation’s eyes. It was a very cold winter.
In the mornings I would get up with the sound of woodpeckers at work. There were pines everywhere around the cabin, and beyond the pines, there was a lake to the east. I could sit on my deck in the mornings and see the lake through the trees’ straight trunks.
Amy had told me that once a week, there would be a man who would come to deliver wood. She told me that he was a very striking looking man.
That first Sunday, I retrieved the newspaper and began reading an article about whaling. It seems that Japan has wanted for some time to resume its practice of hunting whales. They want to take 150 Bryde’s whales a year between 2004 and 2008, and 150 minke whales this year. Japan was clearly concerned about the whales. What did they know that we didn’t, I wondered.
It was a very interesting article, and I looked forward to reading it all.
Just then I heard the rhythmic ripping sound of someone walking through the snow. I looked out my clouded window and saw a man. I guessed him to be the man who would bring the wood, and about his appearance Amy seemed to be correct. He was about 6’3", with a long mane of dirty blond hair. His hair was very, very dirty. His jaw was sculpted and he wore a thick mustache. Behind him, he pulled a sled full of wood. Curly woofed quietly, but I shushed him.
The man did not know I was watching him. He began to unload the wood, stacking it neatly against the cabin, and he soon became warm enough to take off his jacket. Now wearing only a tight black tank-top, I noticed his chiseled muscles and his very smooth skin.
To use the word ‘adonis’ in a sentence here would not be inappropriate.
I went back to reading my article about the Japanese pleas for whaling. They had convened an international conference of some sort to determine whether Japan and other pro-whaling nations, such as Norway, should be allowed to kill whales. These pro-whaling nations claimed they could do so in sustainable numbers, while most of the rest in the international community insisted that there was not enough science to know whether or not sustainable whaling was possible.
I looked up and saw the wood-man bare-chested. Apparently, he had been working so hard that his shirt was now a nuisance. His naked chest was strong and smooth, covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration. He was hairless and his skin was colored a light shade of cherry. Cherry is a kind of wood.
I moved my gaze from his torso to his face and realized he was looking at me. First he looked into my eyes, then scanned my body. It was at that moment that I remembered I was nude. I sleep in the nude now that my husband Mark has disappeared with that woman from the laundry room.
Before I could protest, the wood-man was inside the house. He was a huge man and closed the door. It seemed that he wanted something from me, but who could guess what that thing was? He wore only his work boots and very snug denim trousers. They appeared to be getting more snug as the seconds passed. I stood before him, unclothed and unmoving. Because the window was behind me, he could have seen only a silhouette. He stepped toward me and I saw him more clearly.
He was a powerful man, virile, a man who would take what he wanted, without being cruel. I looked up and down his beautiful torso, drinking in his smooth hard chest, his arms like bent pipes, his flat, perfectly defined stomach, the few strands of hair below his navel, disappearing into his jeans, which hid a growth of a very distinct shape. My eyes caressed this part of him lovingly, afraid, but intrigued by its size and apparent power, and then my gaze swung to the right, where, just behind him, I had left my newspaper. I had almost forgotten all about it.
I brushed past the wood-man and took it into my hands and touched it. I refound my place. The problem with whales in general, apparently, is that it’s hard to know precisely how many whales of any species actually exist. Worse, many killings of whales — accidental or not, by fishing vessels or other watercraft — are not reported.
Now the wood-man was behind me, breathing on my back. I heard myself sigh. I guess I really sympathized with the Japanese and the Norwegians, in that there are indeed animals and plants that need to be harvested, lest they take over the world and rule over humans, making us do their bidding.
If minke or Bryde’s whales attempted to lord over me, I would start an underground movement aimed at stopping them. We would wear organic-looking clothing and would live in a bunker built from scrap metal. Amy Carter would be there, as would the daughters of Jesse Jackson. We would breed with the sons of Gil Gerard. Our children would run around, filthy, because we would know that the battle against the whales would take many generations.
Those fucking whales! I would say to the assembled rebels. I would be the leader of the rebels. Yeah, fucking minke fascists! they would yell. We would all raise our harpoons and do some kind of chant I would invent. All the chants would have to go through me to make sure they were good chants. I hate stupid chants.
You ask me how the whales would rule over people if they live in the ocean and do not have thumbs. I shake my head and say, This is how it starts, humans. This is how it starts.
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