He kneels by his bedside. Winnie Da Pooh is still smiling on his pajamas and on his bedcover—very Pooh like. He bows his head and shuts his eyes. He folds his hands—left thumb over right—and doesn’t notice the lisp:
“…and Jesus, please heal the cough, or at least the dizziness. Sweet dreams and angels, lots of angels. Goodnight.”