Whinnie the Ooze. Gloopy the Shit.  These are the many names of a horrible dragon of pus and infanticide.  A filthy lie told to the children to keep them dumb, numb- their brains ground into mush.  They sing and hum in front of the images of a dancing slime bear. Little do they know, that vile little yellow-brown turd can melt into a pile of moosh.  And that's how he devours his prey.  No one sees anything but a mud puddle.

Christopher Rabbit goes for  a walk to the dog kennel.  on his way there, he hears a voice:

"My my, we're out early today, aren't we rabbit?"

To which rabbit stops, and with a worried expression intones:

"is that you, poo bear?  I, I certainly can't see you..."

This remark is followed by a spell of simpering, humming laughter.  Then silence.  Complete silence. Though it's daybreak,  the sky goes quite dark, as it would at dusk during the wintertime.  Rabbit, genuinely frightened now, tries to convince himself it was all in his head, the noises and words.  And he quickens his pace.

Causing a fall into a mud puddle.

More of the same inane chuckling wafts across the wind.  Rabbit tries to pick himself up.

"Oh dash it all why doesn't anyone clean up these puddles! you can barely walk without tripping and making a fool of yourself."

He turns around, only to see, before him, a gigantic bear's head.  Grown out of the muck puddle. Rabbit's jaw starts to jabber in fear.  Oozo says nothing, but opens his maw and swallows him whole, with beady little red eyes glowing the whole time, like sadistic scheming fireflies.  His childhood companion cannibalized, Gloopy melts back into the swamp.  For an hour or so, two glowing red dots are plainly visible on the puddle's surface, for any passerby to plainly behold.  Somewhere in the deepest dark of the woods, lightening crackles across the murky skyline.