Quick, slick, insincere and sly; all words used to describe any Woozle or Heffalump, and all words that Stuffy lives by with all her blackened heart. Like any 'true' Woozle, Stuffy lives to steal Hunny and cause mischief in any form she can manage, but she soon came a realization: after you stole the Hunny, what then?

Blindly guzzling is fine enough in a dreamscape, but in the waking world? It gives off the impression that you're scared of your quarry retaliating and stealing back your ill-gotten gains.

The answer was simple for Stuffy, cook it so that the Hunny could never be returned. Utilizing magazines and various books that would flutter through The 100-Acre Wood, Stuffy would teach herself to not just be extra-ordinary, but culinary as well. What started as a hobby would soon turn into an obsession before further morphing into an exercise in arrogance and self-importance. No Heffalump of Woozle could boast of her skill with baking, roasting and swirling, or her kitchenware toolbox fit for a millionaire's mansion, nor have such a collection of recipe books both swiped and self-published as her own.



And that was all before The Blue Fairy made things worse. Ever the optimist and believer of the good in others, she had hoped to convince the Woozle her talents would be better suited to bringing joy to all rather than fear and self-indulgence. Stuffy answered this insult by stealing her wand and turning her into the first of many Soul-Hunnypots that now line her cupboard, each imbued with the stolen essence of her victims, which includes at least half the residents of The 100-Acre Wood while the others hide at the Woozle and Heffalump playground the woods are in danger of becoming.

With her new magic utensil and new avenues for ingredients open to her, Stuffy has begun expanding her desires and her reach, opening a Hunny restaurant where all Heffalumps and Woozles are welcome provided they pay the Hunny entry fee.

If you see her, be sure to respect her by her title of Stuffy: Woozle Cook Extraordinaire and give her whatever she wants. Otherwise, she'll be sure to take it herself and turn you into an obedient Heffalump or Woozle in the bargain, your soul drained away and only purpose left being to gorge yourself on her delights.


What's worse, her patrons often gab of her coming exploits, and rumors are circling the mill that Stuffy is on the trail of a new ingredient. One that, if the rumors of it's potency are true, she would gladly walk barefoot through Hell to claim as her own. Or better yet, make someone else.



A big thanks to AnthroEnthusiast, who I commissioned to draw up this wonderful redesign for my Stuffy!