"Terror in the 100 Acre Wood" by Red Jill (redjill@aol.com). This review is the personal opinion of Kim, who can be contacted at ghost@nym.alias.net.

Well now, here's a thing. I'll bet not many of you expected to see a review of a story involving repeated snuffs, a rape, infanticide, sickening violence and more squicks than you can shake a honey jar at. And what's more, I expect even fewer expected the rating I'm giving it.

OK, I'll come clean. This is a very black, black comedy. Jill has obviously had enough of the loathsomly cute Disney representation of the much better books by A.A. Milne of the inhabitants of the Hundred Acre Wood.

In Jill's dystopian vision, Pooh has got himself a smack habit and in a fit of revulsion at the continued patronizing by Christopher Robin proceeds to dismember him with an ax. The deed done, Pooh sets out to rid the woods of all the other characters who annoy him, with the notable exception of Rabbit, who's become his supplier.

Quite how Pooh dispatches the others I'll leave to you to find out. As a piece of black comedy writing I can find no fault. Maybe attributing the story "Pooh Goes Apeshit" to A.A. Milne himself is going a bit too far in the satire stakes, if only for possible legal reasons. But ignoring that slight quibble, I thought it brilliantly funny, very well written, and a joy to read.