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+Title: Winnie-the-Pooh
+Author: A. A. Milne
+
+                            WINNIE-THE-POOH
+
+                            _BY A. A. MILNE_
+
+
+
+
+                              _JUVENILES_
+
+                        When We Were Very Young
+
+    "_The best book of verses for children_ _ever written._"--A. EDWARD
+    NEWTON in _The Atlantic Monthly_.
+
+              Fourteen Songs from When We Were Very Young
+
+    Words by A. A. Milne. Music by H. Fraser-Simson. Decorations by
+    E. H. Shepard.
+
+                         The King's Breakfast
+
+    Words by A. A. Milne. Music by H. Fraser-Simson. Decorations by
+    E. H. Shepard
+
+
+                               _ESSAYS_
+
+                          Not That It Matters
+                          The Sunny Side
+                          If I May
+
+
+                            _MYSTERY STORY_
+
+                         The Red House Mystery
+
+
+
+
+                            WINNIE-THE-POOH
+                            BY A. A. MILNE
+
+                      McCLELLAND & STEWART, LTD.
+
+                      PUBLISHERS  -  -   TORONTO
+
+
+
+
+                        Copyright, Canada, 1926
+                    By McClelland & Stewart, Limited
+                          Publishers, Toronto
+
+                    First  Printing, October, 1926
+                    Second   "       July, 1927
+                     Third   "       December, 1928
+                    Fourth   "       December, 1929
+                     Fifth   "       March, 1931
+
+                           Printed in Canada
+
+
+
+
+                                 TO HER
+
+    HAND IN HAND WE COME
+      CHRISTOPHER ROBIN AND I
+    TO LAY THIS BOOK IN YOUR LAP.
+        SAY YOU'RE SURPRISED?
+        SAY YOU LIKE IT?
+        SAY IT'S JUST WHAT YOU WANTED?
+          BECAUSE IT'S YOURS----
+          BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU.
+
+
+
+
+                              INTRODUCTION
+
+If you happen to have read another book about Christopher Robin, you may
+remember that he once had a swan (or the swan had Christopher Robin, I
+don't know which) and that he used to call this swan Pooh. That was a
+long time ago, and when we said good-bye, we took the name with us, as
+we didn't think the swan would want it any more. Well, when Edward Bear
+said that he would like an exciting name all to himself, Christopher
+Robin said at once, without stopping to think, that he was
+Winnie-the-Pooh. And he was. So, as I have explained the Pooh part, I
+will now explain the rest of it.
+
+You can't be in London for long without going to the Zoo. There are some
+people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as
+quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called
+WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the
+most, and stay there. So when Christopher Robin goes to the Zoo, he goes
+to where the Polar Bears are, and he whispers something to the third
+keeper from the left, and doors are unlocked, and we wander through dark
+passages and up steep stairs, until at last we come to the special cage,
+and the cage is opened, and out trots something brown and furry, and
+with a happy cry of "Oh, Bear!" Christopher Robin rushes into its arms.
+Now this bear's name is Winnie, which shows what a good name for bears
+it is, but the funny thing is that we can't remember whether Winnie is
+called after Pooh, or Pooh after Winnie. We did know once, but we have
+forgotten....
+
+I had written as far as this when Piglet looked up and said in his
+squeaky voice, "What about _Me_?" "My dear Piglet," I said, "the whole
+book is about you." "So it is about Pooh," he squeaked. You see what it
+is. He is jealous because he thinks Pooh is having a Grand Introduction
+all to himself. Pooh is the favourite, of course, there's no denying it,
+but Piglet comes in for a good many things which Pooh misses; because
+you can't take Pooh to school without everybody knowing it, but Piglet
+is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comforting to
+feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or
+twenty-two. Sometimes he slips out and has a good look in the ink-pot,
+and in this way he has got more education than Pooh, but Pooh doesn't
+mind. Some have brains, and some haven't, he says, and there it is.
+
+And now all the others are saying, "What about _Us_?" So perhaps the
+best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the
+book.
+
+                                                                A. A. M.
+
+
+
+
+                                CONTENTS
+
+
+        I. IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME
+           BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN
+
+       II. IN WHICH POOH GOES VISITING AND GETS INTO A TIGHT PLACE
+
+      III. IN WHICH POOH AND PIGLET GO HUNTING AND NEARLY CATCH A
+           WOOZLE
+
+       IV. IN WHICH EEYORE LOSES A TAIL AND POOH FINDS ONE
+
+        V. IN WHICH PIGLET MEETS A HEFFALUMP
+
+       VI. IN WHICH EEYORE HAS A BIRTHDAY AND GETS TWO PRESENTS
+
+      VII. IN WHICH KANGA AND BABY ROO COME TO THE FOREST, AND
+           PIGLET HAS A BATH
+
+     VIII. IN WHICH CHRISTOPHER ROBIN LEADS AN EXPOTITION TO THE
+           NORTH POLE
+
+       IX. IN WHICH PIGLET IS ENTIRELY SURROUNDED BY WATER
+
+        X. IN WHICH CHRISTOPHER ROBIN GIVES A POOH PARTY, AND WE SAY
+           GOOD-BYE
+
+
+
+
+                            WINNIE-THE-POOH
+
+
+
+
+                               CHAPTER I
+
+                      IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO
+                     WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES,
+                          AND THE STORIES BEGIN
+
+
+Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the
+back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows,
+the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there
+really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and
+think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he
+is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.
+
+When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But
+I thought he was a boy?"
+
+"So did I," said Christopher Robin.
+
+"Then you can't call him Winnie?"
+
+"I don't."
+
+"But you said----"
+
+"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?"
+
+"Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it
+is all the explanation you are going to get.
+
+Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes
+downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire
+and listen to a story. This evening----
+
+"What about a story?" said Christopher Robin.
+
+"_What_ about a story?" I said.
+
+"Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"
+
+"I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?"
+
+"About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear."
+
+"Oh, I see."
+
+"So could you very sweetly?"
+
+"I'll try," I said.
+
+So I tried.
+
+                 *        *        *        *        *
+
+Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday,
+Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of
+Sanders.
+
+(_"What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._
+
+"_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived
+under it._"
+
+_"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._
+
+_"Now I am," said a growly voice._
+
+_"Then I will go on," said I._)
+
+One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle
+of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree,
+and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise.
+
+Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between
+his paws and began to think.
+
+First of all he said to himself: "That buzzing-noise means something.
+You don't get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing,
+without its meaning something. If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's
+making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise
+that _I_ know of is because you're a bee."
+
+Then he thought another long time, and said: "And the only reason for
+being a bee that I know of is making honey."
+
+And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is
+so as _I_ can eat it." So he began to climb the tree.
+
+He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed he sang a
+little song to himself. It went like this:
+
+    Isn't it funny
+    How a bear likes honey?
+    Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
+    I wonder why he does?
+
+Then he climbed a little further ... and a little further ... and
+then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song.
+
+    It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
+    They'd build their nests at the _bottom_ of trees.
+    And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
+    We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.
+
+He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a
+Complaining Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that
+branch ...
+
+_Crack!_
+
+"Oh, help!" said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
+
+"If only I hadn't----" he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next
+branch.
+
+"You see, what I _meant_ to do," he explained, as he turned
+head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below,
+"what I _meant_ to do----"
+
+"Of course, it _was_ rather----" he admitted, as he slithered very
+quickly through the next six branches.
+
+"It all comes, I suppose," he decided, as he said good-bye to the last
+branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush,
+"it all comes of _liking_ honey so much. Oh, help!"
+
+He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose,
+and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was
+Christopher Robin.
+
+(_"Was that me?" said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring
+to believe it._
+
+"_That was you._"
+
+_Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and
+his face got pinker and pinker._)
+
+So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived
+behind a green door in another part of the forest.
+
+"Good morning, Christopher Robin," he said.
+
+"Good morning, Winnie-_ther_-Pooh," said you.
+
+"I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you?"
+
+"A balloon?"
+
+"Yes, I just said to myself coming along: 'I wonder if Christopher Robin
+has such a thing as a balloon about him?' I just said it to myself,
+thinking of balloons, and wondering."
+
+"What do you want a balloon for?" you said.
+
+Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his
+paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: "_Honey!_"
+
+"But you don't get honey with balloons!"
+
+"_I_ do," said Pooh.
+
+Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at
+the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You
+had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit's relations had had a big
+blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a
+party at all; and so you had brought the green one _and_ the blue one
+home with you.
+
+"Which one would you like?" you asked Pooh.
+
+He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully.
+
+"It's like this," he said. "When you go after honey with a balloon, the
+great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if you have
+a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and
+not notice you, and, if you have a blue balloon, they might think you
+were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is:
+Which is most likely?"
+
+"Wouldn't they notice _you_ underneath the balloon?" you asked.
+
+"They might or they might not," said Winnie-the-Pooh. "You never can
+tell with bees." He thought for a moment and said: "I shall try to look
+like a small black cloud. That will deceive them."
+
+"Then you had better have the blue balloon," you said; and so it was
+decided.
+
+Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun
+with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a
+very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was
+black all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big,
+and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go
+suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky, and stayed
+there--level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet away from
+it.
+
+"Hooray!" you shouted.
+
+"Isn't that fine?" shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you. "What do I look
+like?"
+
+"You look like a Bear holding on to a balloon," you said.
+
+"Not," said Pooh anxiously, "--not like a small black cloud in a blue
+sky?"
+
+"Not very much."
+
+"Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you
+never can tell with bees."
+
+There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He
+could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite
+reach the honey.
+
+After a little while he called down to you.
+
+"Christopher Robin!" he said in a loud whisper.
+
+"Hallo!"
+
+"I think the bees _suspect_ something!"
+
+"What sort of thing?"
+
+"I don't know. But something tells me that they're _suspicious_!"
+
+"Perhaps they think that you're after their honey."
+
+"It may be that. You never can tell with bees."
+
+There was another little silence, and then he called down to you again.
+
+"Christopher Robin!"
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"Have you an umbrella in your house?"
+
+"I think so."
+
+"I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and
+look up at me every now and then, and say 'Tut-tut, it looks like rain.'
+I think, if you did that, it would help the deception which we are
+practising on these bees."
+
+Well, you laughed to yourself, "Silly old Bear!" but you didn't say it
+aloud because you were so fond of him, and you went home for your
+umbrella.
+
+"Oh, there you are!" called down Winnie-the-Pooh, as soon as you got
+back to the tree. "I was beginning to get anxious. I have discovered
+that the bees are now definitely Suspicious."
+
+"Shall I put my umbrella up?" you said.
+
+"Yes, but wait a moment. We must be practical. The important bee to
+deceive is the Queen Bee. Can you see which is the Queen Bee from down
+there?"
+
+"No."
+
+"A pity. Well, now, if you walk up and down with your umbrella, saying,
+'Tut-tut, it looks like rain,' I shall do what I can by singing a little
+Cloud Song, such as a cloud might sing.... Go!"
+
+So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain,
+Winnie-the-Pooh sang this song:
+
+    How sweet to be a Cloud
+      Floating in the Blue!
+    Every little cloud
+    _Always_ sings aloud.
+
+    "How sweet to be a Cloud
+      Floating in the Blue!"
+    It makes him very proud
+    To be a little cloud.
+
+The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them,
+indeed, left their nests and flew all round the cloud as it began the
+second verse of this song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud
+for a moment, and then got up again.
+
+"Christopher--_ow!_--Robin," called out the cloud.
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important
+decision. _These are the wrong sort of bees._"
+
+"Are they?"
+
+"Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort
+of honey, shouldn't you?"
+
+"Would they?"
+
+"Yes. So I think I shall come down."
+
+"How?" asked you.
+
+Winnie-the-Pooh hadn't thought about this. If he let go of the string,
+he would fall--_bump_--and he didn't like the idea of that. So he
+thought for a long time, and then he said:
+
+"Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun. Have you
+got your gun?"
+
+"Of course I have," you said. "But if I do that, it will spoil the
+balloon," you said.
+
+"But if you _don't_," said Pooh, "I shall have to let go, and that would
+spoil _me_."
+
+When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very
+carefully at the balloon, and fired.
+
+"_Ow!_" said Pooh.
+
+"Did I miss?" you asked.
+
+"You didn't exactly _miss_," said Pooh, "but you missed the _balloon_."
+
+"I'm so sorry," you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the
+balloon, and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down
+to the ground.
+
+But his arms were so stiff from holding on to the string of the balloon
+all that time that they stayed up straight in the air for more than a
+week, and whenever a fly came and settled on his nose he had to blow it
+off. And I think--but I am not sure--that _that_ is why he was always
+called Pooh.
+
+                 *        *        *        *        *
+
+"Is that the end of the story?" asked Christopher Robin.
+
+"That's the end of that one. There are others."
+
+"About Pooh and Me?"
+
+"And Piglet and Rabbit and all of you. Don't you remember?"
+
+"I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget."
+
+"That day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the Heffalump----"
+
+"They didn't catch it, did they?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Pooh couldn't, because he hasn't any brain. Did _I_ catch it?"
+
+"Well, that comes into the story."
+
+Christopher Robin nodded.
+
+"I do remember," he said, "only Pooh doesn't very well, so that's why he
+likes having it told to him again. Because then it's a real story and
+not just a remembering."
+
+"That's just how _I_ feel," I said.
+
+Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh, picked his Bear up by the leg, and
+walked off to the door, trailing Pooh behind him. At the door he turned
+and said, "Coming to see me have my bath?"
+
+"I might," I said.
+
+"I didn't hurt him when I shot him, did I?"
+
+"Not a bit."
+
+He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard Winnie-the-Pooh--_bump,
+bump, bump_--going up the stairs behind him.
+
+
+
+
+                               CHAPTER II
+
+                     IN WHICH POOH GOES VISITING AND
+                         GETS INTO A TIGHT PLACE
+
+
+Edward Bear, known to his friends as Winnie-the-Pooh, or Pooh for
+short, was walking through the forest one day, humming proudly to
+himself. He had made up a little hum that very morning, as he was doing
+his Stoutness Exercises in front of the glass: _Tra-la-la, tra-la-la_,
+as he stretched up as high as he could go, and then _Tra-la-la,
+tra-la--oh, help!--la_, as he tried to reach his toes. After breakfast
+he had said it over and over to himself until he had learnt it off by
+heart, and now he was humming it right through, properly. It went like
+this:
+
+      _Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,_
+      _Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,_
+    _Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum._
+      _Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,_
+      _Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,_
+    _Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um._
+
+Well, he was humming this hum to himself, and walking along gaily,
+wondering what everybody else was doing, and what it felt like, being
+somebody else, when suddenly he came to a sandy bank, and in the bank
+was a large hole.
+
+"Aha!" said Pooh. (_Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum._) "If I know anything about
+anything, that hole means Rabbit," he said, "and Rabbit means Company,"
+he said, "and Company means Food and Listening-to-Me-Humming and such
+like. _Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um._"
+
+So he bent down, put his head into the hole, and called out:
+
+"Is anybody at home?"
+
+There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole, and then
+silence.
+
+"What I said was, 'Is anybody at home?'" called out Pooh very loudly.
+
+"No!" said a voice; and then added, "You needn't shout so loud. I heard
+you quite well the first time."
+
+"Bother!" said Pooh. "Isn't there anybody here at all?"
+
+"Nobody."
+
+Winnie-the-Pooh took his head out of the hole, and thought for a little,
+and he thought to himself, "There must be somebody there, because
+somebody must have _said_ 'Nobody.'" So he put his head back in the
+hole, and said:
+
+"Hallo, Rabbit, isn't that you?"
+
+"No," said Rabbit, in a different sort of voice this time.
+
+"But isn't that Rabbit's voice?"
+
+"I don't _think_ so," said Rabbit. "It isn't _meant_ to be."
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh.
+
+He took his head out of the hole, and had another think, and then he put
+it back, and said:
+
+"Well, could you very kindly tell me where Rabbit is?"
+
+"He has gone to see his friend Pooh Bear, who is a great friend of his."
+
+"But this _is_ Me!" said Bear, very much surprised.
+
+"What sort of Me?"
+
+"Pooh Bear."
+
+"Are you sure?" said Rabbit, still more surprised.
+
+"Quite, quite sure," said Pooh.
+
+"Oh, well, then, come in."
+
+So Pooh pushed and pushed and pushed his way through the hole, and at
+last he got in.
+
+"You were quite right," said Rabbit, looking at him all over. "It _is_
+you. Glad to see you."
+
+"Who did you think it was?"
+
+"Well, I wasn't sure. You know how it is in the Forest. One can't have
+_anybody_ coming into one's house. One has to be _careful_. What about a
+mouthful of something?"
+
+Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o'clock in the morning,
+and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and
+when Rabbit said, "Honey or condensed milk with your bread?" he was so
+excited that he said, "Both," and then, so as not to seem greedy, he
+added, "But don't bother about the bread, please." And for a long time
+after that he said nothing ... until at last, humming to himself in a
+rather sticky voice, he got up, shook Rabbit lovingly by the paw, and
+said that he must be going on.
+
+"Must you?" said Rabbit politely.
+
+"Well," said Pooh, "I could stay a little longer if it--if you----" and
+he tried very hard to look in the direction of the larder.
+
+"As a matter of fact," said Rabbit, "I was going out myself directly."
+
+"Oh, well, then, I'll be going on. Good-bye."
+
+"Well, good-bye, if you're sure you won't have any more."
+
+"_Is_ there any more?" asked Pooh quickly.
+
+Rabbit took the covers off the dishes, and said, "No, there wasn't."
+
+"I thought not," said Pooh, nodding to himself. "Well, good-bye. I must
+be going on."
+
+So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws,
+and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was out in
+the open again ... and then his ears ... and then his front paws ...
+and then his shoulders ... and then----
+
+"Oh, help!" said Pooh. "I'd better go back."
+
+"Oh, bother!" said Pooh. "I shall have to go on."
+
+"I can't do either!" said Pooh. "Oh, help _and_ bother!"
+
+Now by this time Rabbit wanted to go for a walk too, and finding the
+front door full, he went out by the back door, and came round to Pooh,
+and looked at him.
+
+"Hallo, are you stuck?" he asked.
+
+"N-no," said Pooh carelessly. "Just resting and thinking and humming to
+myself."
+
+"Here, give us a paw."
+
+Pooh Bear stretched out a paw, and Rabbit pulled and pulled and
+pulled....
+
+"_Ow!_" cried Pooh. "You're hurting!"
+
+"The fact is," said Rabbit, "you're stuck."
+
+"It all comes," said Pooh crossly, "of not having front doors big
+enough."
+
+"It all comes," said Rabbit sternly, "of eating too much. I thought at
+the time," said Rabbit, "only I didn't like to say anything," said
+Rabbit, "that one of us was eating too much," said Rabbit, "and I knew
+it wasn't _me_," he said. "Well, well, I shall go and fetch Christopher
+Robin."
+
+Christopher Robin lived at the other end of the Forest, and when he came
+back with Rabbit, and saw the front half of Pooh, he said, "Silly old
+Bear," in such a loving voice that everybody felt quite hopeful again.
+
+"I was just beginning to think," said Bear, sniffing slightly, "that
+Rabbit might never be able to use his front door again. And I should
+_hate_ that," he said.
+
+"So should I," said Rabbit.
+
+"Use his front door again?" said Christopher Robin. "Of course he'll use
+his front door again."
+
+"Good," said Rabbit.
+
+"If we can't pull you out, Pooh, we might push you back."
+
+Rabbit scratched his whiskers thoughtfully, and pointed out that, when
+once Pooh was pushed back, he was back, and of course nobody was more
+glad to see Pooh than _he_ was, still there it was, some lived in trees
+and some lived underground, and----
+
+"You mean I'd _never_ get out?" said Pooh.
+
+"I mean," said Rabbit, "that having got _so_ far, it seems a pity to
+waste it."
+
+Christopher Robin nodded.
+
+"Then there's only one thing to be done," he said. "We shall have to
+wait for you to get thin again."
+
+"How long does getting thin take?" asked Pooh anxiously.
+
+"About a week, I should think."
+
+"But I can't stay here for a _week_!"
+
+"You can _stay_ here all right, silly old Bear. It's getting you out
+which is so difficult."
+
+"We'll read to you," said Rabbit cheerfully. "And I hope it won't snow,"
+he added. "And I say, old fellow, you're taking up a good deal of room
+in my house--_do_ you mind if I use your back legs as a towel-horse?
+Because, I mean, there they are--doing nothing--and it would be very
+convenient just to hang the towels on them."
+
+"A week!" said Pooh gloomily. "_What about meals?_"
+
+"I'm afraid no meals," said Christopher Robin, "because of getting thin
+quicker. But we _will_ read to you."
+
+Bear began to sigh, and then found he couldn't because he was so tightly
+stuck; and a tear rolled down his eye, as he said:
+
+"Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a
+Wedged Bear in Great Tightness?"
+
+So for a week Christopher Robin read that sort of book at the North end
+of Pooh, and Rabbit hung his washing on the South end ... and in
+between Bear felt himself getting slenderer and slenderer. And at the
+end of the week Christopher Robin said, "_Now!_"
+
+So he took hold of Pooh's front paws and Rabbit took hold of Christopher
+Robin, and all Rabbit's friends and relations took hold of Rabbit, and
+they all pulled together....
+
+And for a long time Pooh only said "_Ow!_" ...
+
+And "_Oh!_" ...
+
+And then, all of a sudden, he said "_Pop!_" just as if a cork were
+coming out of a bottle.
+
+And Christopher Robin and Rabbit and all Rabbit's friends and relations
+went head-over-heels backwards ... and on the top of them came
+Winnie-the-Pooh--free!
+
+So, with a nod of thanks to his friends, he went on with his walk
+through the forest, humming proudly to himself. But, Christopher Robin
+looked after him lovingly, and said to himself, "Silly old Bear!"
+
+
+
+
+                              CHAPTER III
+
+                   IN WHICH POOH AND PIGLET GO HUNTING
+                        AND NEARLY CATCH A WOOZLE
+
+
+The Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech-tree,
+and the beech-tree was in the middle of the forest, and the Piglet lived
+in the middle of the house. Next to his house was a piece of broken
+board which had: "TRESPASSERS W" on it. When Christopher Robin asked the
+Piglet what it meant, he said it was his grandfather's name, and had
+been in the family for a long time, Christopher Robin said you
+_couldn't_ be called Trespassers W, and Piglet said yes, you could,
+because his grandfather was, and it was short for Trespassers Will,
+which was short for Trespassers William. And his grandfather had had two
+names in case he lost one--Trespassers after an uncle, and William after
+Trespassers.
+
+"I've got two names," said Christopher Robin carelessly.
+
+"Well, there you are, that proves it," said Piglet.
+
+One fine winter's day when Piglet was brushing away the snow in front of
+his house, he happened to look up, and there was Winnie-the-Pooh. Pooh
+was walking round and round in a circle, thinking of something else, and
+when Piglet called to him, he just went on walking.
+
+"Hallo!" said Piglet, "what are _you_ doing?"
+
+"Hunting," said Pooh.
+
+"Hunting what?"
+
+"Tracking something," said Winnie-the-Pooh very mysteriously.
+
+"Tracking what?" said Piglet, coming closer.
+
+"That's just what I ask myself. I ask myself, What?"
+
+"What do you think you'll answer?"
+
+"I shall have to wait until I catch up with it," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
+"Now, look there." He pointed to the ground in front of him. "What do
+you see there?"
+
+"Tracks," said Piglet. "Paw-marks." He gave a little squeak of
+excitement. "Oh, Pooh! Do you think it's a--a--a Woozle?"
+
+"It may be," said Pooh. "Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't. You
+never can tell with paw-marks."
+
+With these few words he went on tracking, and Piglet, after watching him
+for a minute or two, ran after him. Winnie-the-Pooh had come to a sudden
+stop, and was bending over the tracks in a puzzled sort of way.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked Piglet.
+
+"It's a very funny thing," said Bear, "but there seem to be
+_two_ animals now. This--whatever-it-was--has been joined by
+another--whatever-it-is--and the two of them are now proceeding
+in company. Would you mind coming with me, Piglet, in case they
+turn out to be Hostile Animals?"
+
+Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way, and said that he had
+nothing to do until Friday, and would be delighted to come, in case it
+really _was_ a Woozle.
+
+"You mean, in case it really is two Woozles," said Winnie-the-Pooh, and
+Piglet said that anyhow he had nothing to do until Friday. So off they
+went together.
+
+There was a small spinney of larch trees just here, and it seemed as if
+the two Woozles, if that is what they were, had been going round this
+spinney; so round this spinney went Pooh and Piglet after them; Piglet
+passing the time by telling Pooh what his Grandfather Trespassers W had
+done to Remove Stiffness after Tracking, and how his Grandfather
+Trespassers W had suffered in his later years from Shortness of Breath,
+and other matters of interest, and Pooh wondering what a Grandfather was
+like, and if perhaps this was Two Grandfathers they were after now, and,
+if so, whether he would be allowed to take one home and keep it, and
+what Christopher Robin would say. And still the tracks went on in front
+of them....
+
+Suddenly Winnie-the-Pooh stopped, and pointed excitedly in front of him.
+"_Look!_"
+
+"_What?_" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn't
+been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an
+exercising sort of way.
+
+"The tracks!" said Pooh. "_A third animal has joined the other two!_"
+
+"Pooh!" cried Piglet. "Do you think it is another Woozle?"
+
+"No," said Pooh, "because it makes different marks. It is either Two
+Woozles and one, as it might be, Wizzle, or Two, as it might be, Wizzles
+and one, if so it is, Woozle. Let us continue to follow them."
+
+So they went on, feeling just a little anxious now, in case the three
+animals in front of them were of Hostile Intent. And Piglet wished very
+much that his Grandfather T. W. were there, instead of elsewhere, and
+Pooh thought how nice it would be if they met Christopher Robin suddenly
+but quite accidentally, and only because he liked Christopher Robin so
+much. And then, all of a sudden, Winnie-the-Pooh stopped again, and
+licked the tip of his nose in a cooling manner, for he was feeling more
+hot and anxious than ever in his life before. _There were four animals
+in front of them!_
+
+"Do you see, Piglet? Look at their tracks! Three, as it were, Woozles,
+and one, as it was, Wizzle. _Another Woozle has joined them!_"
+
+And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks; crossing over each other
+here, getting muddled up with each other there; but, quite plainly every
+now and then, the tracks of four sets of paws.
+
+"I _think_," said Piglet, when he had licked the tip of his nose too,
+and found that it brought very little comfort, "I _think_ that I have
+just remembered something. I have just remembered something that I
+forgot to do yesterday and shan't be able to do to-morrow. So I suppose
+I really ought to go back and do it now."
+
+"We'll do it this afternoon, and I'll come with you," said Pooh.
+
+"It isn't the sort of thing you can do in the afternoon," said Piglet
+quickly. "It's a very particular morning thing, that has to be done in
+the morning, and, if possible, between the hours of----What would you
+say the time was?"
+
+"About twelve," said Winnie-the-Pooh, looking at the sun.
+
+"Between, as I was saying, the hours of twelve and twelve five. So,
+really, dear old Pooh, if you'll excuse me----_What's that?_"
+
+Pooh looked up at the sky, and then, as he heard the whistle again, he
+looked up into the branches of a big oak-tree, and then he saw a friend
+of his.
+
+"It's Christopher Robin," he said.
+
+"Ah, then you'll be all right," said Piglet. "You'll be quite safe with
+_him_. Good-bye," and he trotted off home as quickly as he could, very
+glad to be Out of All Danger again.
+
+Christopher Robin came slowly down his tree.
+
+"Silly old Bear," he said, "what _were_ you doing? First you went round
+the spinney twice by yourself, and then Piglet ran after you and you
+went round again together, and then you were just going round a fourth
+time----"
+
+"Wait a moment," said Winnie-the-Pooh, holding up his paw.
+
+He sat down and thought, in the most thoughtful way he could think. Then
+he fitted his paw into one of the Tracks ... and then he scratched his
+nose twice, and stood up.
+
+"Yes," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
+
+"I see now," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
+
+"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain
+at All."
+
+"You're the Best Bear in All the World," said Christopher Robin
+soothingly.
+
+"Am I?" said Pooh hopefully. And then he brightened up suddenly.
+
+"Anyhow," he said, "it is nearly Luncheon Time."
+
+So he went home for it.
+
+
+
+
+                               CHAPTER IV
+
+                      IN WHICH EEYORE LOSES A TAIL
+                           AND POOH FINDS ONE
+
+
+The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of
+the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought
+about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and
+sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch
+as which?"--and sometimes he didn't quite know what he _was_ thinking
+about. So when Winnie-the-Pooh came stumping along, Eeyore was very glad
+to be able to stop thinking for a little, in order to say "How do you
+do?" in a gloomy manner to him.
+
+"And how are you?" said Winnie-the-Pooh.
+
+Eeyore shook his head from side to side.
+
+"Not very how," he said. "I don't seem to have felt at all how for a
+long time."
+
+"Dear, dear," said Pooh, "I'm sorry about that. Let's have a look at
+you."
+
+So Eeyore stood there, gazing sadly at the ground, and Winnie-the-Pooh
+walked all round him once.
+
+"Why, what's happened to your tail?" he said in surprise.
+
+"What _has_ happened to it?" said Eeyore.
+
+"It isn't there!"
+
+"Are you sure?"
+
+"Well, either a tail _is_ there or it isn't there. You can't make a
+mistake about it. And yours _isn't_ there!"
+
+"Then what is?"
+
+"Nothing."
+
+"Let's have a look," said Eeyore, and he turned slowly round to the
+place where his tail had been a little while ago, and then, finding that
+he couldn't catch it up, he turned round the other way, until he came
+back to where he was at first, and then he put his head down and looked
+between his front legs, and at last he said, with a long, sad sigh, "I
+believe you're right."
+
+"Of course I'm right," said Pooh.
+
+"That Accounts for a Good Deal," said Eeyore gloomily. "It Explains
+Everything. No Wonder."
+
+"You must have left it somewhere," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
+
+"Somebody must have taken it," said Eeyore. "How Like Them," he added,
+after a long silence.
+
+Pooh felt that he ought to say something helpful about it, but didn't
+quite know what. So he decided to do something helpful instead.
+
+"Eeyore," he said solemnly, "I, Winnie-the-Pooh, will find your tail for
+you."
+
+"Thank you, Pooh," answered Eeyore. "You're a real friend," said he.
+"Not like Some," he said.
+
+So Winnie-the-Pooh went off to find Eeyore's tail.
+
+It was a fine spring morning in the forest as he started out. Little
+soft clouds played happily in a blue sky, skipping from time to time in
+front of the sun as if they had come to put it out, and then sliding
+away suddenly so that the next might have his turn. Through them and
+between them the sun shone bravely; and a copse which had worn its firs
+all the year round seemed old and dowdy now beside the new green lace
+which the beeches had put on so prettily. Through copse and spinney
+marched Bear; down open slopes of gorse and heather, over rocky beds of
+streams, up steep banks of sandstone into the heather again; and so at
+last, tired and hungry, to the Hundred Acre Wood. For it was in the
+Hundred Acre Wood that Owl lived.
+
+"And if anyone knows anything about anything," said Bear to himself,
+"it's Owl who knows something about something," he said, "or my name's
+not Winnie-the-Pooh," he said. "Which it is," he added. "So there you
+are."
+
+Owl lived at The Chestnuts, an old-world residence of great charm, which
+was grander than anybody else's, or seemed so to Bear, because it had
+both a knocker _and_ a bell-pull. Underneath the knocker there was a
+notice which said:
+
+                   PLES RING IF AN RNSER IS REQIRD.
+
+Underneath the bell-pull there was a notice which said:
+
+                  PLEZ CNOKE IF AN RNSR IS NOT REQID.
+
+These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only
+one in the forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many
+ways, able to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow
+went all to pieces over delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTEREDTOAST.
+
+Winnie-the-Pooh read the two notices very carefully, first from left to
+right, and afterwards, in case he had missed some of it, from right to
+left. Then, to make quite sure, he knocked and pulled the knocker, and
+he pulled and knocked the bell-rope, and he called out in a very loud
+voice, "Owl! I require an answer! It's Bear speaking." And the door
+opened, and Owl looked out.
+
+"Hallo, Pooh," he said. "How's things?"
+
+"Terrible and Sad," said Pooh, "because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine,
+has lost his tail. And he's Moping about it. So could you very kindly
+tell me how to find it for him?"
+
+"Well," said Owl, "the customary procedure in such cases is as follows."
+
+"What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?" said Pooh. "For I am a Bear of
+Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me."
+
+"It means the Thing to Do."
+
+"As long as it means that, I don't mind," said Pooh humbly.
+
+"The thing to do is as follows. First, Issue a Reward. Then----"
+
+"Just a moment," said Pooh, holding up his paw. "_What_ do we do to
+this--what you were saying? You sneezed just as you were going to tell
+me."
+
+"I _didn't_ sneeze."
+
+"Yes, you did, Owl."
+
+"Excuse me, Pooh, I didn't. You can't sneeze without knowing it."
+
+"Well, you can't know it without something having been sneezed."
+
+"What I _said_ was, 'First _Issue_ a Reward'."
+
+"You're doing it again," said Pooh sadly.
+
+"A Reward!" said Owl very loudly. "We write a notice to say that we will
+give a large something to anybody who finds Eeyore's tail."
+
+"I see, I see," said Pooh, nodding his head. "Talking about large
+somethings," he went on dreamily, "I generally have a small something
+about now--about this time in the morning," and he looked wistfully at
+the cupboard in the corner of Owl's parlour; "just a mouthful of
+condensed milk or whatnot, with perhaps a lick of honey----"
+
+"Well, then," said Owl, "we write out this notice, and we put it up all
+over the forest."
+
+"A lick of honey," murmured Bear to himself, "or--or not, as the case
+may be." And he gave a deep sigh, and tried very hard to listen to what
+Owl was saying.
+
+But Owl went on and on, using longer and longer words, until at last he
+came back to where he started, and he explained that the person to write
+out this notice was Christopher Robin.
+
+"It was he who wrote the ones on my front door for me. Did you see them,
+Pooh?"
+
+For some time now Pooh had been saying "Yes" and "No" in turn, with his
+eyes shut, to all that Owl was saying, and having said, "Yes, yes," last
+time, he said "No, not at all," now, without really knowing what Owl was
+talking about.
+
+"Didn't you see them?" said Owl, a little surprised. "Come and look at
+them now."
+
+So they went outside. And Pooh looked at the knocker and the notice
+below it, and he looked at the bell-rope and the notice below it, and
+the more he looked at the bell-rope, the more he felt that he had seen
+something like it, somewhere else, sometime before.
+
+"Handsome bell-rope, isn't it?" said Owl.
+
+Pooh nodded.
+
+"It reminds me of something," he said, "but I can't think what. Where
+did you get it?"
+
+"I just came across it in the Forest. It was hanging over a bush, and I
+thought at first somebody lived there, so I rang it, and nothing
+happened, and then I rang it again very loudly, and it came off in my
+hand, and as nobody seemed to want it, I took it home, and----"
+
+"Owl," said Pooh solemnly, "you made a mistake. Somebody did want it."
+
+"Who?"
+
+"Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore. He was--he was fond of it."
+
+"Fond of it?"
+
+"Attached to it," said Winnie-the-Pooh sadly.
+
+                 *        *        *        *        *
+
+So with these words he unhooked it, and carried it back to Eeyore; and
+when Christopher Robin had nailed it on in its right place again, Eeyore
+frisked about the forest, waving his tail so happily that
+Winnie-the-Pooh came over all funny, and had to hurry home for a little
+snack of something to sustain him. And, wiping his mouth half an hour
+afterwards, he sang to himself proudly:
+
+    _Who found the Tail?_
+      "I," said Pooh,
+    "At a quarter to two
+      (Only it was quarter to eleven really),
+    _I_ found the Tail!"
+
+
+
+
+                               CHAPTER V
+
+                    IN WHICH PIGLET MEETS A HEFFALUMP
+
+
+One day, when Christopher Robin and Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet were
+all talking together, Christopher Robin finished the mouthful he was
+eating and said carelessly: "I saw a Heffalump to-day, Piglet."
+
+"What was it doing?" asked Piglet.
+
+"Just lumping along," said Christopher Robin. "I don't think it saw
+_me_."
+
+"I saw one once," said Piglet. "At least, I think I did," he said. "Only
+perhaps it wasn't."
+
+"So did I," said Pooh, wondering what a Heffalump was like.
+
+"You don't often see them," said Christopher Robin carelessly.
+
+"Not now," said Piglet.
+
+"Not at this time of year," said Pooh.
+
+Then they all talked about something else, until it was time for Pooh
+and Piglet to go home together. At first as they stumped along the path
+which edged the Hundred Acre Wood, they didn't say much to each other;
+but when they came to the stream and had helped each other across the
+stepping stones, and were able to walk side by side again over the
+heather, they began to talk in a friendly way about this and that, and
+Piglet said, "If you see what I mean, Pooh," and Pooh said, "It's just
+what I think myself, Piglet," and Piglet said, "But, on the other hand,
+Pooh, we must remember," and Pooh said, "Quite true, Piglet, although I
+had forgotten it for the moment." And then, just as they came to the Six
+Pine Trees, Pooh looked round to see that nobody else was listening, and
+said in a very solemn voice:
+
+"Piglet, I have decided something."
+
+"What have you decided, Pooh?"
+
+"I have decided to catch a Heffalump."
+
+Pooh nodded his head several times as he said this, and waited for
+Piglet to say "How?" or "Pooh, you couldn't!" or something helpful of
+that sort, but Piglet said nothing. The fact was Piglet was wishing that
+_he_ had thought about it first.
+
+"I shall do it," said Pooh, after waiting a little longer, "by means of
+a trap. And it must be a Cunning Trap, so you will have to help me,
+Piglet."
+
+"Pooh," said Piglet, feeling quite happy again now, "I will." And then
+he said, "How shall we do it?" and Pooh said, "That's just it. How?" And
+then they sat down together to think it out.
+
+Pooh's first idea was that they should dig a Very Deep Pit, and then the
+Heffalump would come along and fall into the Pit, and----
+
+"Why?" said Piglet.
+
+"Why what?" said Pooh.
+
+"Why would he fall in?"
+
+Pooh rubbed his nose with his paw, and said that the Heffalump might be
+walking along, humming a little song, and looking up at the sky,
+wondering if it would rain, and so he wouldn't see the Very Deep Pit
+until he was half-way down, when it would be too late.
+
+Piglet said that this was a very good Trap, but supposing it were
+raining already?
+
+Pooh rubbed his nose again, and said that he hadn't thought of that. And
+then he brightened up, and said that, if it were raining already, the
+Heffalump would be looking at the sky wondering if it would _clear up_,
+and so he wouldn't see the Very Deep Pit until he was half-way
+down.... When it would be too late.
+
+Piglet said that, now that this point had been explained, he thought it
+was a Cunning Trap.
+
+Pooh was very proud when he heard this, and he felt that the Heffalump
+was as good as caught already, but there was just one other thing which
+had to be thought about, and it was this. _Where should they dig the
+Very Deep Pit?_
+
+Piglet said that the best place would be somewhere where a Heffalump
+was, just before he fell into it, only about a foot farther on.
+
+"But then he would see us digging it," said Pooh.
+
+"Not if he was looking at the sky."
+
+"He would Suspect," said Pooh, "if he happened to look down." He thought
+for a long time and then added sadly, "It isn't as easy as I thought. I
+suppose that's why Heffalumps hardly _ever_ get caught."
+
+"That must be it," said Piglet.
+
+They sighed and got up; and when they had taken a few gorse prickles out
+of themselves they sat down again; and all the time Pooh was saying to
+himself, "If only I could _think_ of something!" For he felt sure that a
+Very Clever Brain could catch a Heffalump if only he knew the right way
+to go about it.
+
+"Suppose," he said to Piglet, "_you_ wanted to catch _me_, how would you
+do it?"
+
+"Well," said Piglet, "I should do it like this. I should make a Trap,
+and I should put a Jar of Honey in the Trap, and you would smell it, and
+you would go in after it, and----"
+
+"And I would go in after it," said Pooh excitedly, "only very carefully
+so as not to hurt myself, and I would get to the Jar of Honey, and I
+should lick round the edges first of all, pretending that there wasn't
+any more, you know, and then I should walk away and think about it a
+little, and then I should come back and start licking in the middle of
+the jar, and then----"
+
+"Yes, well never mind about that. There you would be, and there I should
+catch you. Now the first thing to think of is, What do Heffalumps like?
+I should think acorns, shouldn't you? We'll get a lot of----I say, wake
+up, Pooh!"
+
+Pooh, who had gone into a happy dream, woke up with a start, and said
+that Honey was a much more trappy thing than Haycorns. Piglet didn't
+think so; and they were just going to argue about it, when Piglet
+remembered that, if they put acorns in the Trap, _he_ would have to find
+the acorns, but if they put honey, then Pooh would have to give up some
+of his own honey, so he said, "All right, honey then," just as Pooh
+remembered it too, and was going to say, "All right, haycorns."
+
+"Honey," said Piglet to himself in a thoughtful way, as if it were now
+settled. "_I'll_ dig the pit, while _you_ go and get the honey."
+
+"Very well," said Pooh, and he stumped off.
+
+As soon as he got home, he went to the larder; and he stood on a chair,
+and took down a very large jar of honey from the top shelf. It had HUNNY
+written on it, but, just to make sure, he took off the paper cover and
+looked at it, and it _looked_ just like honey. "But you never can tell,"
+said Pooh. "I remember my uncle saying once that he had seen cheese just
+this colour." So he put his tongue in, and took a large lick. "Yes," he
+said, "it is. No doubt about that. And honey, I should say, right down
+to the bottom of the jar. Unless, of course," he said, "somebody put
+cheese in at the bottom just for a joke. Perhaps I had better go a
+_little_ further ... just in case ... in case Heffalumps _don't_
+like cheese ... same as me.... Ah!" And he gave a deep sigh. "I
+_was_ right. It _is_ honey, right the way down."
+
+Having made certain of this, he took the jar back to Piglet, and Piglet
+looked up from the bottom of his Very Deep Pit, and said, "Got it?" and
+Pooh said, "Yes, but it isn't quite a full jar," and he threw it down to
+Piglet, and Piglet said, "No, it isn't! Is that all you've got left?"
+and Pooh said "Yes." Because it was. So Piglet put the jar at the bottom
+of the Pit, and climbed out, and they went off home together.
+
+"Well, good night, Pooh," said Piglet, when they had got to Pooh's
+house. "And we meet at six o'clock to-morrow morning by the Pine Trees,
+and see how many Heffalumps we've got in our Trap."
+
+"Six o'clock, Piglet. And have you got any string?"
+
+"No. Why do you want string?"
+
+"To lead them home with."
+
+"Oh! ... I _think_ Heffalumps come if you whistle."
+
+"Some do and some don't. You never can tell with Heffalumps. Well, good
+night!"
+
+"Good night!"
+
+And off Piglet trotted to his house TRESPASSERS W, while Pooh made his
+preparations for bed.
+
+Some hours later, just as the night was beginning to steal away, Pooh
+woke up suddenly with a sinking feeling. He had had that sinking feeling
+before, and he knew what it meant. _He was hungry._ So he went to the
+larder, and he stood on a chair and reached up to the top shelf, and
+found--nothing.
+
+"That's funny," he thought. "I know I had a jar of honey there. A full
+jar, full of honey right up to the top, and it had HUNNY written on it,
+so that I should know it was honey. That's very funny." And then he
+began to wander up and down, wondering where it was and murmuring a
+murmur to himself. Like this:
+
+    It's very, very funny,
+    'Cos I _know_ I had some honey;
+    'Cos it had a label on,
+            Saying HUNNY.
+    A goloptious full-up pot too,
+    And I don't know where it's got to,
+    No, I don't know where it's gone--
+            Well, it's funny.
+
+He had murmured this to himself three times in a singing sort of way,
+when suddenly he remembered. He had put it into the Cunning Trap to
+catch the Heffalump.
+
+"Bother!" said Pooh. "It all comes of trying to be kind to Heffalumps."
+And he got back into bed.
+
+But he couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep, the more he couldn't.
+He tried Counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to
+sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that
+was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight
+for a pot of Pooh's honey, _and eating it all_. For some minutes he lay
+there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump
+was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, "Very good honey this, I
+don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer. He
+jumped out of bed, he ran out of the house, and he ran straight to the
+Six Pine Trees.
+
+The Sun was still in bed, but there was a lightness in the sky over the
+Hundred Acre Wood which seemed to show that it was waking up and would
+soon be kicking off the clothes. In the half-light the Pine Trees looked
+cold and lonely, and the Very Deep Pit seemed deeper than it was, and
+Pooh's jar of honey at the bottom was something mysterious, a shape and
+no more. But as he got nearer to it his nose told him that it was indeed
+honey, and his tongue came out and began to polish up his mouth, ready
+for it.
+
+"Bother!" said Pooh, as he got his nose inside the jar. "A Heffalump has
+been eating it!" And then he thought a little and said, "Oh, no, _I_
+did. I forgot."
+
+Indeed, he had eaten most of it. But there was a little left at the very
+bottom of the jar, and he pushed his head right in, and began to
+lick....
+
+By and by Piglet woke up. As soon as he woke he said to himself, "Oh!"
+Then he said bravely, "Yes," and then, still more bravely, "Quite so."
+But he didn't feel very brave, for the word which was really jiggeting
+about in his brain was "Heffalumps."
+
+What was a Heffalump like?
+
+Was it Fierce?
+
+_Did_ it come when you whistled? And _how_ did it come?
+
+Was it Fond of Pigs at all?
+
+If it was Fond of Pigs, did it make any difference _what sort of Pig_?
+
+Supposing it was Fierce with Pigs, would it make any difference _if the
+Pig had a grandfather called TRESPASSERS WILLIAM_?
+
+He didn't know the answer to any of these questions ... and he was
+going to see his first Heffalump in about an hour from now!
+
+Of course Pooh would be with him, and it was much more Friendly with
+two. But suppose Heffalumps were Very Fierce with Pigs _and_ Bears?
+Wouldn't it be better to pretend that he had a headache, and couldn't go
+up to the Six Pine Trees this morning? But then suppose that it was a
+very fine day, and there was no Heffalump in the trap, here he would be,
+in bed all the morning, simply wasting his time for nothing. What should
+he do?
+
+And then he had a Clever Idea. He would go up very quietly to the Six
+Pine Trees now, peep very cautiously into the Trap, and see if there
+_was_ a Heffalump there. And if there was, he would go back to bed, and
+if there wasn't, he wouldn't.
+
+So off he went. At first he thought that there wouldn't be a Heffalump
+in the Trap, and then he thought that there would, and as he got nearer
+he was _sure_ that there would, because he could hear it heffalumping
+about it like anything.
+
+"Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear!" said Piglet to himself. And he wanted to
+run away. But somehow, having got so near, he felt that he must just see
+what a Heffalump was like. So he crept to the side of the Trap and
+looked in....
+
+And all the time Winnie-the-Pooh had been trying to get the honey-jar
+off his head. The more he shook it, the more tightly it stuck.
+
+"_Bother!_" he said, inside the jar, and "_Oh, help!_" and, mostly,
+"_Ow!_" And he tried bumping it against things, but as he couldn't see
+what he was bumping it against, it didn't help him; and he tried to
+climb out of the Trap, but as he could see nothing but jar, and not much
+of that, he couldn't find his way. So at last he lifted up his head, jar
+and all, and made a loud, roaring noise of Sadness and Despair ... and
+it was at that moment that Piglet looked down.
+
+"Help, help!" cried Piglet, "a Heffalump, a Horrible Heffalump!" and he
+scampered off as hard as he could, still crying out, "Help, help, a
+Herrible Hoffalump! Hoff, Hoff, a Hellible Horralump! Holl, Holl, a
+Hoffable Hellerump!" And he didn't stop crying and scampering until he
+got to Christopher Robin's house.
+
+"Whatever's the matter, Piglet?" said Christopher Robin, who was just
+getting up.
+
+"Heff," said Piglet, breathing so hard that he could hardly speak, "a
+Heff--a Heff--a Heffalump."
+
+"Where?"
+
+"Up there," said Piglet, waving his paw.
+
+"What did it look like?"
+
+"Like--like----It had the biggest head you ever saw, Christopher Robin.
+A great enormous thing, like--like nothing. A huge big--well, like a--I
+don't know--like an enormous big nothing. Like a jar."
+
+"Well," said Christopher Robin, putting on his shoes, "I shall go and
+look at it. Come on."
+
+Piglet wasn't afraid if he had Christopher Robin with him, so off they
+went....
+
+"I can hear it, can't you?" said Piglet anxiously, as they got near.
+
+"I can hear _something_," said Christopher Robin.
+
+It was Pooh bumping his head against a tree-root he had found.
+
+"There!" said Piglet. "Isn't it _awful_?" And he held on tight to
+Christopher Robin's hand.
+
+Suddenly Christopher Robin began to laugh ... and he laughed ... and he
+laughed ... and he laughed. And while he was still laughing--_Crash_
+went the Heffalump's head against the tree-root, Smash went the jar,
+and out came Pooh's head again....
+
+Then Piglet saw what a Foolish Piglet he had been, and he was so ashamed
+of himself that he ran straight off home and went to bed with a
+headache. But Christopher Robin and Pooh went home to breakfast
+together.
+
+"Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!"
+
+"So do I," said Pooh.
+
+
+
+
+                               CHAPTER VI
+
+                     IN WHICH EEYORE HAS A BIRTHDAY
+                          AND GETS TWO PRESENTS
+
+
+Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and
+looked at himself in the water.
+
+"Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."
+
+He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed
+across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at
+himself in the water again.
+
+"As I thought," he said. "No better from _this_ side. But nobody minds.
+Nobody cares. Pathetic, that's what it is."
+
+There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came
+Pooh.
+
+"Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh.
+
+"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it _is_ a good
+morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he.
+
+"Why, what's the matter?"
+
+"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's
+all there is to it."
+
+"Can't all _what_?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
+
+"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh. He thought for a long time, and then asked, "What
+mulberry bush is that?"
+
+"Bon-hommy," went on Eeyore gloomily. "French word meaning bonhommy," he
+explained. "I'm not complaining, but There It Is."
+
+Pooh sat down on a large stone, and tried to think this out. It sounded
+to him like a riddle, and he was never much good at riddles, being a
+Bear of Very Little Brain. So he sang _Cottleston Pie_ instead:
+
+    Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
+    A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
+    Ask me a riddle and I reply:
+    "_Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie._"
+
+That was the first verse. When he had finished it, Eeyore didn't
+actually say that he didn't like it, so Pooh very kindly sang the second
+verse to him:
+
+    Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
+    A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
+    Ask me a riddle and I reply:
+    "_Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie_."
+
+Eeyore still said nothing at all, so Pooh hummed the third verse quietly
+to himself:
+
+    Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
+    Why does a chicken, I don't know why.
+    Ask me a riddle and I reply:
+    "_Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie_."
+
+"That's right," said Eeyore. "Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go
+gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself."
+
+"I am," said Pooh.
+
+"Some can," said Eeyore.
+
+"Why, what's the matter?"
+
+"_Is_ anything the matter?"
+
+"You seem so sad, Eeyore."
+
+"Sad? Why should I be sad? It's my birthday. The happiest day of the
+year."
+
+"Your birthday?" said Pooh in great surprise.
+
+"Of course it is. Can't you see? Look at all the presents I have had."
+He waved a foot from side to side. "Look at the birthday cake. Candles
+and pink sugar."
+
+Pooh looked--first to the right and then to the left.
+
+"Presents?" said Pooh. "Birthday cake?" said Pooh. "_Where?_"
+
+"Can't you see them?"
+
+"No," said Pooh.
+
+"Neither can I," said Eeyore. "Joke," he explained. "Ha ha!"
+
+Pooh scratched his head, being a little puzzled by all this.
+
+"But is it really your birthday?" he asked.
+
+"It is."
+
+"Oh! Well, Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore."
+
+"And many happy returns to you, Pooh Bear."
+
+"But it isn't _my_ birthday."
+
+"No, it's mine."
+
+"But you said 'Many happy returns'----"
+
+"Well, why not? You don't always want to be miserable on my birthday, do
+you?"
+
+"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
+
+"It's bad enough," said Eeyore, almost breaking down, "being miserable
+myself, what with no presents and no cake and no candles, and no proper
+notice taken of me at all, but if everybody else is going to be
+miserable too----"
+
+This was too much for Pooh. "Stay there!" he called to Eeyore, as he
+turned and hurried back home as quick as he could; for he felt that he
+must get poor Eeyore a present of _some_ sort at once, and he could
+always think of a proper one afterwards.
+
+Outside his house he found Piglet, jumping up and down trying to reach
+the knocker.
+
+"Hallo, Piglet," he said.
+
+"Hallo, Pooh," said Piglet.
+
+"What are _you_ trying to do?"
+
+"I was trying to reach the knocker," said Piglet. "I just came
+round----"
+
+"Let me do it for you," said Pooh kindly. So he reached up and knocked
+at the door. "I have just seen Eeyore," he began, "and poor Eeyore is in
+a Very Sad Condition, because it's his birthday, and nobody has taken
+any notice of it, and he's very Gloomy--you know what Eeyore is--and
+there he was, and----What a long time whoever lives here is answering
+this door." And he knocked again.
+
+"But Pooh," said Piglet, "it's your own house!"
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh. "So it is," he said. "Well, let's go in."
+
+So in they went. The first thing Pooh did was to go to the cupboard to
+see if he had quite a small jar of honey left; and he had, so he took it
+down.
+
+"I'm giving this to Eeyore," he explained, "as a present. What are _you_
+going to give?"
+
+"Couldn't I give it too?" said Piglet. "From both of us?"
+
+"No," said Pooh. "That would _not_ be a good plan."
+
+"All right, then, I'll give him a balloon. I've got one left from my
+party. I'll go and get it now, shall I?"
+
+"That, Piglet, is a _very_ good idea. It is just what Eeyore wants to
+cheer him up. Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon."
+
+So off Piglet trotted; and in the other direction went Pooh, with his
+jar of honey.
+
+It was a warm day, and he had a long way to go. He hadn't gone more than
+half-way when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. It
+began at the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the
+soles of his feet. It was just as if somebody inside him were saying,
+"Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."
+
+"Dear, dear," said Pooh, "I didn't know it was as late as that." So he
+sat down and took the top off his jar of honey. "Lucky I brought this
+with me," he thought. "Many a bear going out on a warm day like this
+would never have thought of bringing a little something with him." And
+he began to eat.
+
+"Now let me see," he thought, as he took his last lick of the inside of
+the jar, "where was I going? Ah, yes, Eeyore." He got up slowly.
+
+And then, suddenly, he remembered. He had eaten Eeyore's birthday
+present!
+
+"_Bother!_" said Pooh. "What _shall_ I do? I _must_ give him
+_something_."
+
+For a little while he couldn't think of anything. Then he thought:
+"Well, it's a very nice pot, even if there's no honey in it, and if I
+washed it clean, and got somebody to write '_A Happy Birthday_' on it,
+Eeyore could keep things in it, which might be Useful." So, as he was
+just passing the Hundred Acre Wood, he went inside to call on Owl, who
+lived there.
+
+"Good morning, Owl," he said.
+
+"Good morning, Pooh," said Owl.
+
+"Many happy returns of Eeyore's birthday," said Pooh.
+
+"Oh, is that what it is?"
+
+"What are you giving him, Owl?"
+
+"What are _you_ giving him, Pooh?"
+
+"I'm giving him a Useful Pot to Keep Things In, and I wanted to ask
+you----"
+
+"Is this it?" said Owl, taking it out of Pooh's paw.
+
+"Yes, and I wanted to ask you----"
+
+"Somebody has been keeping honey in it," said Owl.
+
+"You can keep _anything_ in it," said Pooh earnestly. "It's Very Useful
+like that. And I wanted to ask you----"
+
+"You ought to write '_A Happy Birthday_' on it."
+
+"_That_ was what I wanted to ask you," said Pooh. "Because my spelling
+is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the
+wrong places. Would _you_ write 'A Happy Birthday' on it for me?"
+
+"It's a nice pot," said Owl, looking at it all round. "Couldn't I give
+it too? From both of us?"
+
+"No," said Pooh. "That would _not_ be a good plan. Now I'll just wash it
+first, and then you can write on it."
+
+Well, he washed the pot out, and dried it, while Owl licked the end of
+his pencil, and wondered how to spell "birthday."
+
+"Can you read, Pooh?" he asked a little anxiously. "There's a notice
+about knocking and ringing outside my door, which Christopher Robin
+wrote. Could you read it?"
+
+"Christopher Robin told me what it said, and _then_ I could."
+
+"Well, I'll tell you what _this_ says, and then you'll be able to."
+
+So Owl wrote ... and this is what he wrote:
+
+                 HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY.
+
+Pooh looked on admiringly.
+
+"I'm just saying 'A Happy Birthday'," said Owl carelessly.
+
+"It's a nice long one," said Pooh, very much impressed by it.
+
+"Well, _actually_, of course, I'm saying 'A Very Happy Birthday with
+love from Pooh.' Naturally it takes a good deal of pencil to say a long
+thing like that."
+
+"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
+
+While all this was happening, Piglet had gone back to his own house to
+get Eeyore's balloon. He held it very tightly against himself, so that
+it shouldn't blow away, and he ran as fast as he could so as to get to
+Eeyore before Pooh did; for he thought that he would like to be the
+first one to give a present, just as if he had thought of it without
+being told by anybody. And running along, and thinking how pleased
+Eeyore would be, he didn't look where he was going ... and suddenly he
+put his foot in a rabbit hole, and fell down flat on his face.
+
+BANG!!!???***!!!
+
+Piglet lay there, wondering what had happened. At first he thought that
+the whole world had blown up; and then he thought that perhaps only the
+Forest part of it had; and then he thought that perhaps only _he_ had,
+and he was now alone in the moon or somewhere, and would never see
+Christopher Robin or Pooh or Eeyore again. And then he thought, "Well,
+even if I'm in the moon, I needn't be face downwards all the time," so
+he got cautiously up and looked about him.
+
+He was still in the Forest!
+
+"Well, that's funny," he thought. "I wonder what that bang was. I
+couldn't have made such a noise just falling down. And where's my
+balloon? And what's that small piece of damp rag doing?"
+
+It was the balloon!
+
+"Oh, dear!" said Piglet "Oh, dear, oh, dearie, dearie, dear! Well, it's
+too late now. I can't go back, and I haven't another balloon, and
+perhaps Eeyore doesn't _like_ balloons so _very_ much."
+
+So he trotted on, rather sadly now, and down he came to the side of the
+stream where Eeyore was, and called out to him.
+
+"Good morning, Eeyore," shouted Piglet.
+
+"Good morning, Little Piglet," said Eeyore. "If it _is_ a good morning,"
+he said. "Which I doubt," said he. "Not that it matters," he said.
+
+"Many happy returns of the day," said Piglet, having now got closer.
+
+Eeyore stopped looking at himself in the stream, and turned to stare at
+Piglet.
+
+"Just say that again," he said.
+
+"Many hap----"
+
+"Wait a moment."
+
+Balancing on three legs, he began to bring his fourth leg very
+cautiously up to his ear. "I did this yesterday," he explained, as he
+fell down for the third time. "It's quite easy. It's so as I can hear
+better.... There, that's done it! Now then, what were you saying?" He
+pushed his ear forward with his hoof.
+
+"Many happy returns of the day," said Piglet again.
+
+"Meaning me?"
+
+"Of course, Eeyore."
+
+"My birthday?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Me having a real birthday?"
+
+"Yes, Eeyore, and I've brought you a present."
+
+Eeyore took down his right hoof from his right ear, turned round, and
+with great difficulty put up his left hoof.
+
+"I must have that in the other ear," he said. "Now then."
+
+"A present," said Piglet very loudly.
+
+"Meaning me again?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"My birthday still?"
+
+"Of course, Eeyore."
+
+"Me going on having a real birthday?"
+
+"Yes, Eeyore, and I brought you a balloon."
+
+"_Balloon?_" said Eeyore. "You did say balloon? One of those big
+coloured things you blow up? Gaiety, song-and-dance, here we are and
+there we are?"
+
+"Yes, but I'm afraid--I'm very sorry, Eeyore--but when I was running
+along to bring it you, I fell down."
+
+"Dear, dear, how unlucky! You ran too fast, I expect. You didn't hurt
+yourself, Little Piglet?"
+
+"No, but I--I--oh, Eeyore, I burst the balloon!"
+
+There was a very long silence.
+
+"My balloon?" said Eeyore at last.
+
+Piglet nodded.
+
+"My birthday balloon?"
+
+"Yes, Eeyore," said Piglet sniffing a little. "Here it is. With--with
+many happy returns of the day." And he gave Eeyore the small piece of
+damp rag.
+
+"Is this it?" said Eeyore, a little surprised.
+
+Piglet nodded.
+
+"My present?"
+
+Piglet nodded again.
+
+"The balloon?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Thank you, Piglet," said Eeyore. "You don't mind my asking," he went
+on, "but what colour was this balloon when it--when it _was_ a balloon?"
+
+"Red."
+
+"I just wondered.... Red," he murmured to himself. "My favourite
+colour.... How big was it?"
+
+"About as big as me."
+
+"I just wondered.... About as big as Piglet," he said to himself
+sadly. "My favourite size. Well, well."
+
+Piglet felt very miserable, and didn't know what to say. He was still
+opening his mouth to begin something, and then deciding that it wasn't
+any good saying _that_, when he heard a shout from the other side of the
+river, and there was Pooh.
+
+"Many happy returns of the day," called out Pooh, forgetting that he had
+said it already.
+
+"Thank you, Pooh, I'm having them," said Eeyore gloomily.
+
+"I've brought you a little present," said Pooh excitedly.
+
+"I've had it," said Eeyore.
+
+Pooh had now splashed across the stream to Eeyore, and Piglet was
+sitting a little way off, his head in his paws, snuffling to himself.
+
+"It's a Useful Pot," said Pooh. "Here it is. And it's got 'A Very Happy
+Birthday with love from Pooh' written on it. That's what all that
+writing is. And it's for putting things in. There!"
+
+When Eeyore saw the pot, he became quite excited.
+
+"Why!" he said. "I believe my Balloon will just go into that Pot!"
+
+"Oh, no, Eeyore," said Pooh. "Balloons are much too big to go into Pots.
+What you do with a balloon is, you hold the ballon----"
+
+"Not mine," said Eeyore proudly. "Look, Piglet!" And as Piglet looked
+sorrowfully round, Eeyore picked the balloon up with his teeth, and
+placed it carefully in the pot; picked it out and put it on the ground;
+and then picked it up again and put it carefully back.
+
+"So it does!" said Pooh. "It goes in!"
+
+"So it does!" said Piglet. "And it comes out!"
+
+"Doesn't it?" said Eeyore. "It goes in and out like anything."
+
+"I'm very glad," said Pooh happily, "that I thought of giving you a
+Useful Pot to put things in."
+
+"I'm very glad," said Piglet happily, "that I thought of giving you
+Something to put in a Useful Pot."
+
+But Eeyore wasn't listening. He was taking the balloon out, and putting
+it back again, as happy as could be....
+
+                 *        *        *        *        *
+
+"And didn't _I_ give him anything?" asked Christopher Robin sadly.
+
+"Of course you did," I said. "You gave him--don't you remember--a
+little--a little----"
+
+"I gave him a box of paints to paint things with."
+
+"That was it."
+
+"Why didn't I give it to him in the morning?"
+
+"You were so busy getting his party ready for him. He had a cake with
+icing on the top, and three candles, and his name in pink sugar,
+and----"
+
+"Yes, _I_ remember," said Christopher Robin.
+
+
+
+
+                              CHAPTER VII
+
+                    IN WHICH KANGA AND BABY ROO COME
+                  TO THE FOREST, AND PIGLET HAS A BATH
+
+
+Nobody seemed to know where they came from, but there they were in the
+Forest: Kanga and Baby Roo. When Pooh asked Christopher Robin, "How did
+they come here?" Christopher Robin said, "In the Usual Way, if you know
+what I mean, Pooh," and Pooh, who didn't, said "Oh!" Then he nodded his
+head twice and said, "In the Usual Way. Ah!" Then he went to call upon
+his friend Piglet to see what _he_ thought about it. And at Piglet's
+house he found Rabbit. So they all talked about it together.
+
+"What I don't like about it is this," said Rabbit. "Here are we--you,
+Pooh, and you, Piglet, and Me--and suddenly----"
+
+"And Eeyore," said Pooh.
+
+"And Eeyore--and then suddenly----"
+
+"And Owl," said Pooh.
+
+"And Owl--and then all of a sudden----"
+
+"Oh, and Eeyore," said Pooh. "I was forgetting _him_."
+
+"Here--we--are," said Rabbit very slowly and carefully, "all--of--us,
+and then, suddenly, we wake up one morning and, what do we find? We find
+a Strange Animal among us. An animal of whom we have never even heard
+before! An animal who carries her family about with her in her pocket!
+Suppose _I_ carried _my_ family about with me in _my_ pocket, how many
+pockets should I want?"
+
+"Sixteen," said Piglet.
+
+"Seventeen, isn't it?" said Rabbit. "And one more for a
+handkerchief--that's eighteen. Eighteen pockets in one suit! I haven't
+time."
+
+There was a long and thoughtful silence ... and then Pooh, who had
+been frowning very hard for some minutes, said: "_I_ make it fifteen."
+
+"What?" said Rabbit.
+
+"Fifteen."
+
+"Fifteen what?"
+
+"Your family."
+
+"What about them?"
+
+Pooh rubbed his nose and said that he thought Rabbit had been talking
+about his family.
+
+"Did I?" said Rabbit carelessly.
+
+"Yes, you said----"
+
+"Never mind, Pooh," said Piglet impatiently.
+
+"The question is, What are we to do about Kanga?"
+
+"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
+
+"The best way," said Rabbit, "would be this. The best way would be to
+steal Baby Roo and hide him, and then when Kanga says, 'Where's Baby
+Roo?' we say, '_Aha!_'"
+
+"_Aha!_" said Pooh, practising. "_Aha! Aha!_ ... Of course," he went
+on, "we could say 'Aha!' even if we hadn't stolen Baby Roo."
+
+"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
+
+"I know," said Pooh humbly.
+
+"We say '_Aha!_' so that Kanga knows that _we_ know where Baby Roo is.
+'_Aha!_' means 'We'll tell you where Baby Roo is, if you promise to go
+away from the Forest and never come back.' Now don't talk while I
+think."
+
+Pooh went into a corner and tried saying 'Aha!' in that sort of voice.
+Sometimes it seemed to him that it did mean what Rabbit said, and
+sometimes it seemed to him that it didn't. "I suppose it's just
+practice," he thought. "I wonder if Kanga will have to practise too so
+as to understand it."
+
+"There's just one thing," said Piglet, fidgeting a bit. "I was talking
+to Christopher Robin, and he said that a Kanga was Generally Regarded as
+One of the Fiercer Animals. I am not frightened of Fierce Animals in the
+ordinary way, but it is well known that, if One of the Fiercer Animals
+is Deprived of Its Young, it becomes as fierce as Two of the Fiercer
+Animals. In which case '_Aha!_' is perhaps a _foolish_ thing to say."
+
+"Piglet," said Rabbit, taking out a pencil, and licking the end of it,
+"you haven't any pluck."
+
+"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're
+only a Very Small Animal."
+
+Rabbit, who had begun to write very busily, looked up and said:
+
+"It is because you are a very small animal that you will be Useful in
+the adventure before us."
+
+Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful, that he forgot to be
+frightened any more, and when Rabbit went on to say that Kangas were
+only Fierce during the winter months, being at other times of an
+Affectionate Disposition, he could hardly sit still, he was so eager to
+begin being useful at once.
+
+"What about me?" said Pooh sadly. "I suppose _I_ shan't be useful?"
+
+"Never mind, Pooh," said Piglet comfortingly. "Another time perhaps."
+
+"Without Pooh," said Rabbit solemnly as he sharpened his pencil, "the
+adventure would be impossible."
+
+"Oh!" said Piglet, and tried not to look disappointed. But Pooh went
+into a corner of the room and said proudly to himself, "Impossible
+without Me! _That_ sort of Bear."
+
+"Now listen all of you," said Rabbit when he had finished writing, and
+Pooh and Piglet sat listening very eagerly with their mouths open. This
+was what Rabbit read out:
+
+                        PLAN TO CAPTURE BABY ROO
+
+   1. _General Remarks._ Kanga runs faster than any of Us, even Me.
+
+   2. _More General Remarks._ Kanga never takes her eye off Baby Roo,
+      except when he's safely buttoned up in her pocket.
+
+   3. _Therefore._ If we are to capture Baby Roo, we must get a Long
+      Start, because Kanga runs faster than any of Us, even Me.
+     (_See_ 1.)
+
+   4. _A Thought._ If Roo had jumped out of Kanga's pocket and Piglet
+      had jumped in, Kanga wouldn't know the difference, because Piglet
+      is a Very Small Animal.
+
+   5. Like Roo.
+
+   6. But Kanga would have to be looking the other way first, so as not
+      to see Piglet jumping in.
+
+   7. See 2.
+
+   8. _Another Thought._ But if Pooh was talking to her very excitedly,
+      she _might_ look the other way for a moment.
+
+   9. And then I could run away with Roo.
+
+   10. Quickly.
+
+   11. _And Kanga wouldn't discover the difference until Afterwards._
+
+Well, Rabbit read this out proudly, and for a little while after he had
+read it nobody said anything. And then Piglet, who had been opening and
+shutting his mouth without making any noise, managed to say very
+huskily:
+
+"And--Afterwards?"
+
+"How do you mean?"
+
+"When Kanga _does_ Discover the Difference?"
+
+"Then we all say '_Aha!_'"
+
+"All three of us?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Oh!"
+
+"Why, what's the trouble, Piglet?"
+
+"Nothing," said Piglet, "as long as _we all three_ say it. As long as we
+all three say it," said Piglet, "I don't mind," he said, "but I
+shouldn't care to say '_Aha!_' by myself. It wouldn't sound _nearly_ so
+well. By the way," he said, "you _are_ quite sure about what you said
+about the winter months?"
+
+"The winter months?"
+
+"Yes, only being Fierce in the Winter Months."
+
+"Oh, yes, yes, that's all right. Well, Pooh? You see what you have to
+do?"
+
+"No," said Pooh Bear. "Not yet," he said. "What _do_ I do?"
+
+"Well, you just have to talk very hard to Kanga so as she doesn't notice
+anything."
+
+"Oh! What about?"
+
+"Anything you like."
+
+"You mean like telling her a little bit of poetry or something?"
+
+"That's it," said Rabbit. "Splendid. Now come along."
+
+So they all went out to look for Kanga.
+
+Kanga and Roo were spending a quiet afternoon in a sandy part of the
+Forest. Baby Roo was practising very small jumps in the sand, and
+falling down mouse-holes and climbing out of them, and Kanga was
+fidgeting about and saying "Just one more jump, dear, and then we must
+go home." And at that moment who should come stumping up the hill but
+Pooh.
+
+"Good afternoon, Kanga."
+
+"Good afternoon, Pooh."
+
+"Look at me jumping," squeaked Roo, and fell into another mouse-hole.
+
+"Hallo, Roo, my little fellow!"
+
+"We were just going home," said Kanga. "Good afternoon, Rabbit. Good
+afternoon, Piglet."
+
+Rabbit and Piglet, who had now come up from the other side of the hill,
+said "Good afternoon," and "Hallo, Roo," and Roo asked them to look at
+him jumping, so they stayed and looked.
+
+And Kanga looked too....
+
+"Oh, Kanga," said Pooh, after Rabbit had winked at him twice, "I don't
+know if you are interested in Poetry at all?"
+
+"Hardly at all," said Kanga.
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh.
+
+"Roo, dear, just one more jump and then we must go home."
+
+There was a short silence while Roo fell down another mouse-hole.
+
+"Go on," said Rabbit in a loud whisper behind his paw.
+
+"Talking of Poetry," said Pooh, "I made up a little piece as I was
+coming along. It went like this. Er--now let me see----"
+
+"Fancy!" said Kanga. "Now Roo, dear----"
+
+"You'll like this piece of poetry," said Rabbit.
+
+"You'll love it," said Piglet.
+
+"You must listen very carefully," said Rabbit.
+
+"So as not to miss any of it," said Piglet.
+
+"Oh, yes," said Kanga, but she still looked at Baby Roo.
+
+"_How_ did it go, Pooh?" said Rabbit.
+
+Pooh gave a little cough and began.
+
+              LINES WRITTEN BY A BEAR OF VERY LITTLE BRAIN
+
+    On Monday, when the sun is hot
+    I wonder to myself a lot:
+    "Now is it true, or is it not,
+    "That what is which and which is what?"
+
+    On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
+    The feeling on me grows and grows
+    That hardly anybody knows
+    If those are these or these are those.
+
+    On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
+    And I have nothing else to do,
+    I sometimes wonder if it's true
+    That who is what and what is who.
+
+    On Thursday, when it starts to freeze
+    And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,
+    How very readily one sees
+    That these are whose--but whose are these?
+
+    On Friday----
+
+"Yes, it is, isn't it?" said Kanga, not waiting to hear what happened on
+Friday. "Just one more jump, Roo, dear, and then we really _must_ be
+going."
+
+Rabbit gave Pooh a hurrying-up sort of nudge.
+
+"Talking of Poetry," said Pooh quickly, "have you ever noticed that tree
+right over there?"
+
+"Where?" said Kanga. "Now, Roo----"
+
+"Right over there," said Pooh, pointing behind Kanga's back.
+
+"No," said Kanga. "Now jump in, Roo, dear, and we'll go home."
+
+"You ought to look at that tree right over there," said Rabbit. "Shall I
+lift you in, Roo?" And he picked up Roo in his paws.
+
+"I can see a bird in it from here," said Pooh. "Or is it a fish?"
+
+"You ought to see that bird from here," said Rabbit. "Unless it's a
+fish."
+
+"It isn't a fish, it's a bird," said Piglet.
+
+"So it is," said Rabbit.
+
+"Is it a starling or a blackbird?" said Pooh.
+
+"That's the whole question," said Rabbit. "Is it a blackbird or a
+starling?"
+
+And then at last Kanga did turn her head to look. And the moment that
+her head was turned, Rabbit said in a loud voice "In you go, Roo!" and
+in jumped Piglet into Kanga's pocket, and off scampered Rabbit, with Roo
+in his paws, as fast as he could.
+
+"Why, where's Rabbit?" said Kanga, turning round again. "Are you all
+right, Roo, dear?"
+
+Piglet made a squeaky Roo-noise from the bottom of Kanga's pocket.
+
+"Rabbit had to go away," said Pooh. "I think he thought of something he
+had to go and see about suddenly."
+
+"And Piglet?"
+
+"I think Piglet thought of something at the same time. Suddenly."
+
+"Well, we must be getting home," said Kanga. "Good-bye, Pooh." And in
+three large jumps she was gone.
+
+Pooh looked after her as she went.
+
+"I wish I could jump like that," he thought. "Some can and some can't.
+That's how it is."
+
+But there were moments when Piglet wished that Kanga couldn't. Often,
+when he had had a long walk home through the Forest, he had wished that
+he were a bird; but now he thought jerkily to himself at the bottom of
+Kanga's pocket,
+
+        this                              take
+    "If      is          shall      really    to
+                flying I      never              it."
+
+And as he went up in the air he said, "_Ooooooo!_" and as he came down
+he said, "_Ow!_" And he was saying, "_Ooooooo-ow, Ooooooo-ow,
+Ooooooo-ow_" all the way to Kanga's house.
+
+Of course as soon as Kanga unbuttoned her pocket, she saw what had
+happened. Just for a moment, she thought she was frightened, and then
+she knew she wasn't; for she felt quite sure that Christopher Robin
+would never let any harm happen to Roo. So she said to herself, "If they
+are having a joke with me, I will have a joke with them."
+
+"Now then, Roo, dear," she said, as she took Piglet out of her pocket.
+"Bed-time."
+
+"_Aha!_" said Piglet, as well as he could after his Terrifying Journey.
+But it wasn't a very good "_Aha!_" and Kanga didn't seem to understand
+what it meant.
+
+"Bath first," said Kanga in a cheerful voice.
+
+"_Aha!_" said Piglet again, looking round anxiously for the others. But
+the others weren't there. Rabbit was playing with Baby Roo in his own
+house, and feeling more fond of him every minute, and Pooh, who had
+decided to be a Kanga, was still at the sandy place on the top of the
+Forest, practising jumps.
+
+"I am not at all sure," said Kanga in a thoughtful voice, "that it
+wouldn't be a good idea to have a _cold_ bath this evening. Would you
+like that, Roo, dear?"
+
+Piglet, who had never been really fond of baths, shuddered a long
+indignant shudder, and said in as brave a voice as he could:
+
+"Kanga, I see that the time has come to spleak painly."
+
+"Funny little Roo," said Kanga, as she got the bath-water ready.
+
+"I am _not_ Roo," said Piglet loudly. "I am Piglet!"
+
+"Yes, dear, yes," said Kanga soothingly. "And imitating Piglet's voice
+too! So clever of him," she went on, as she took a large bar of yellow
+soap out of the cupboard. "What _will_ he be doing next?"
+
+"Can't you _see_?" shouted Piglet. "Haven't you got _eyes_? _Look_ at
+me!"
+
+"I _am_ looking, Roo, dear," said Kanga rather severely. "And you know
+what I told you yesterday about making faces. If you go on making faces
+like Piglet's, you will grow up to _look_ like Piglet--and _then_ think
+how sorry you will be. Now then, into the bath, and don't let me have to
+speak to you about it again."
+
+Before he knew where he was, Piglet was in the bath, and Kanga was
+scrubbing him firmly with a large lathery flannel.
+
+"Ow!" cried Piglet. "Let me out! I'm Piglet!"
+
+"Don't open the mouth, dear, or the soap goes in," said Kanga. "There!
+What did I tell you?"
+
+"You--you--you did it on purpose," spluttered Piglet, as soon as he
+could speak again ... and then accidentally had another mouthful of
+lathery flannel.
+
+"That's right, dear, don't say anything," said Kanga, and in another
+minute Piglet was out of the bath, and being rubbed dry with a towel.
+
+"Now," said Kanga, "there's your medicine, and then bed."
+
+"W-w-what medicine?" said Piglet.
+
+"To make you grow big and strong, dear. You don't want to grow up small
+and weak like Piglet, do you? Well, then!"
+
+At that moment there was a knock at the door.
+
+"Come in," said Kanga, and in came Christopher Robin.
+
+"Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin!" cried Piglet. "Tell Kanga who I
+am! She keeps saying I'm Roo. I'm _not_ Roo, am I?"
+
+Christopher Robin looked at him very carefully, and shook his head.
+
+"You can't be Roo," he said, "because I've just seen Roo playing in
+Rabbit's house."
+
+"Well!" said Kanga. "Fancy that! Fancy my making a mistake like that."
+
+"There you are!" said Piglet. "I told you so. I'm Piglet."
+
+Christopher Robin shook his head again.
+
+"Oh, you're not Piglet," he said. "I know Piglet well, and he's _quite_
+a different colour."
+
+Piglet began to say that this was because he had just had a bath, and
+then he thought that perhaps he wouldn't say that, and as he opened his
+mouth to say something else, Kanga slipped the medicine spoon in, and
+then patted him on the back and told him that it was really quite a nice
+taste when you got used to it.
+
+"I knew it wasn't Piglet," said Kanga. "I wonder who it can be."
+
+"Perhaps it's some relation of Pooh's," said Christopher Robin. "What
+about a nephew or an uncle or something?"
+
+Kanga agreed that this was probably what it was, and said that they
+would have to call it by some name.
+
+"I shall call it Pootel," said Christopher Robin. "Henry Pootel for
+short."
+
+And just when it was decided, Henry Pootel wriggled out of Kanga's arms
+and jumped to the ground. To his great joy Christopher Robin had left
+the door open. Never had Henry Pootel Piglet run so fast as he ran then,
+and he didn't stop running until he had got quite close to his house.
+But when he was a hundred yards away he stopped running, and rolled the
+rest of the way home, so as to get his own nice comfortable colour
+again....
+
+So Kanga and Roo stayed in the Forest. And every Tuesday Roo spent the
+day with his great friend Rabbit, and every Tuesday Kanga spent the day
+with her great friend Pooh, teaching him to jump, and every Tuesday
+Piglet spent the day with his great friend Christopher Robin. So they
+were all happy again.
+
+
+
+
+                              CHAPTER VIII
+
+                    IN WHICH CHRISTOPHER ROBIN LEADS
+                     AN EXPOTITION TO THE NORTH POLE
+
+
+One fine day Pooh had stumped up to the top of the Forest to see if
+his friend Christopher Robin was interested in Bears at all. At
+breakfast that morning (a simple meal of marmalade spread lightly over a
+honeycomb or two) he had suddenly thought of a new song. It began like
+this:
+
+    "_Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear._"
+
+When he had got as far as this, he scratched his head, and thought to
+himself "That's a very good start for a song, but what about the second
+line?" He tried singing "Ho," two or three times, but it didn't seem to
+help. "Perhaps it would be better," he thought, "if I sang Hi for the
+life of a Bear." So he sang it ... but it wasn't. "Very well, then,"
+he said, "I shall sing that first line twice, and perhaps if I sing it
+very quickly, I shall find myself singing the third and fourth lines
+before I have time to think of them, and that will be a Good Song. Now
+then:"
+
+          Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!
+          Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!
+    I don't much mind if it rains or snows,
+    'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice new nose,
+    I don't much care if it snows or thaws,
+    'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice clean paws!
+          Sing Ho! for a Bear!
+          Sing Ho! for a Pooh!
+    And I'll have a little something in an hour or two!
+
+He was so pleased with this song that he sang it all the way to the top
+of the Forest, "and if I go on singing it much longer," he thought, "it
+will be time for the little something, and then the last line won't be
+true." So he turned it into a hum instead.
+
+Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big
+Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was
+going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of
+his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look Ready
+for Anything.
+
+"Good-morning, Christopher Robin," he called out.
+
+"Hallo, Pooh Bear. I can't get this boot on."
+
+"That's bad," said Pooh.
+
+"Do you think you could very kindly lean against me, 'cos I keep pulling
+so hard that I fall over backwards."
+
+Pooh sat down, dug his feet into the ground, and pushed hard against
+Christopher Robin's back, and Christopher Robin pushed hard against his,
+and pulled and pulled at his boot until he had got it on.
+
+"And that's that," said Pooh. "What do we do next?"
+
+"We are all going on an Expedition," said Christopher Robin, as he got
+up and brushed himself. "Thank you, Pooh."
+
+"Going on an Expotition?" said Pooh eagerly. "I don't think I've ever
+been on one of those. Where are we going to on this Expotition?"
+
+"Expedition, silly old Bear. It's got an 'x' in it."
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh. "I know." But he didn't really.
+
+"We're going to discover the North Pole."
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh again. "What _is_ the North Pole?" he asked.
+
+"It's just a thing you discover," said Christopher Robin carelessly, not
+being quite sure himself.
+
+"Oh! I see," said Pooh. "Are bears any good at discovering it?"
+
+"Of course they are. And Rabbit and Kanga and all of you. It's an
+Expedition. That's what an Expedition means. A long line of everybody.
+You'd better tell the others to get ready, while I see if my gun's all
+right. And we must all bring Provisions."
+
+"Bring what?"
+
+"Things to eat."
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh happily. "I thought you said Provisions. I'll go and
+tell them." And he stumped off.
+
+The first person he met was Rabbit.
+
+"Hallo, Rabbit," he said, "is that you?"
+
+"Let's pretend it isn't," said Rabbit, "and see what happens."
+
+"I've got a message for you."
+
+"I'll give it to him."
+
+"We're all going on an Expotition with Christopher Robin!"
+
+"What is it when we're on it?"
+
+"A sort of boat, I think," said Pooh.
+
+"Oh! that sort."
+
+"Yes. And we're going to discover a Pole or something. Or was it a Mole?
+Anyhow we're going to discover it."
+
+"We are, are we?" said Rabbit.
+
+"Yes. And we've got to bring Pro--things to eat with us. In case we want
+to eat them. Now I'm going down to Piglet's. Tell Kanga, will you?"
+
+He left Rabbit and hurried down to Piglet's house. The Piglet was
+sitting on the ground at the door of his house blowing happily at a
+dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year, next year,
+sometime or never. He had just discovered that it would be never, and
+was trying to remember what "_it_" was, and hoping it wasn't anything
+nice, when Pooh came up.
+
+"Oh! Piglet," said Pooh excitedly, "we're going on an Expotition, all of
+us, with things to eat. To discover something."
+
+"To discover what?" said Piglet anxiously.
+
+"Oh! just something."
+
+"Nothing fierce?"
+
+"Christopher Robin didn't say anything about fierce. He just said it had
+an 'x'."
+
+"It isn't their necks I mind," said Piglet earnestly. "It's their teeth.
+But if Christopher Robin is coming I don't mind anything."
+
+In a little while they were all ready at the top of the Forest, and the
+Expotition started. First came Christopher Robin and Rabbit, then Piglet
+and Pooh; then Kanga, with Roo in her pocket, and Owl; then Eeyore; and,
+at the end, in a long line, all Rabbit's friends-and-relations.
+
+"I didn't ask them," explained Rabbit carelessly. "They just came. They
+always do. They can march at the end, after Eeyore."
+
+"What I say," said Eeyore, "is that it's unsettling. I didn't want to
+come on this Expo--what Pooh said. I only came to oblige. But here I
+am; and if I am the end of the Expo--what we're talking about--then
+let me _be_ the end. But if, every time I want to sit down for a
+little rest, I have to brush away half a dozen of Rabbit's smaller
+friends-and-relations first, then this isn't an Expo--whatever it
+is--at all, it's simply a Confused Noise. That's what _I_ say."
+
+"I see what Eeyore means," said Owl. "If you ask me----"
+
+"I'm not asking anybody," said Eeyore. "I'm just telling everybody. We
+can look for the North Pole, or we can play 'Here we go gathering Nuts
+and May' with the end part of an ant's nest. It's all the same to me."
+
+There was a shout from the top of the line.
+
+"Come on!" called Christopher Robin.
+
+"Come on!" called Pooh and Piglet.
+
+"Come on!" called Owl.
+
+"We're starting," said Rabbit. "I must go." And he hurried off to the
+front of the Expotition with Christopher Robin.
+
+"All right," said Eeyore. "We're going. Only Don't Blame Me."
+
+So off they all went to discover the Pole. And as they walked, they
+chattered to each other of this and that, all except Pooh, who was
+making up a song.
+
+"This is the first verse," he said to Piglet, when he was ready with it.
+
+"First verse of what?"
+
+"My song."
+
+"What song?"
+
+"This one."
+
+"Which one?"
+
+"Well, if you listen, Piglet, you'll hear it."
+
+"How do you know I'm not listening?"
+
+Pooh couldn't answer that one, so he began to sing.
+
+    They all went off to discover the Pole,
+      Owl and Piglet and Rabbit and all;
+    It's a Thing you Discover, as I've been tole
+      By Owl and Piglet and Rabbit and all.
+    Eeyore, Christopher Robin and Pooh
+    And Rabbit's relations all went too--
+    And where the Pole was none of them knew....
+      Sing Hey! for Owl and Rabbit and all!
+
+"Hush!" said Christopher Robin turning round to Pooh, "we're just coming
+to a Dangerous Place."
+
+"Hush!" said Pooh turning round quickly to Piglet.
+
+"Hush!" said Piglet to Kanga.
+
+"Hush!" said Kanga to Owl, while Roo said "Hush!" several times to
+himself very quietly.
+
+"Hush!" said Owl to Eeyore.
+
+"_Hush!_" said Eeyore in a terrible voice to all Rabbit's
+friends-and-relations, and "Hush!" they said hastily to each other all
+down the line, until it got to the last one of all. And the last and
+smallest friend-and-relation was so upset to find that the whole
+Expotition was saying "Hush!" to _him_, that he buried himself head
+downwards in a crack in the ground, and stayed there for two days until
+the danger was over, and then went home in a great hurry, and lived
+quietly with his Aunt ever-afterwards. His name was Alexander Beetle.
+
+They had come to a stream which twisted and tumbled between high rocky
+banks, and Christopher Robin saw at once how dangerous it was.
+
+"It's just the place," he explained, "for an Ambush."
+
+"What sort of bush?" whispered Pooh to Piglet. "A gorse-bush?"
+
+"My dear Pooh," said Owl in his superior way, "don't you know what an
+Ambush is?"
+
+"Owl," said Piglet, looking round at him severely, "Pooh's whisper was a
+perfectly private whisper, and there was no need----"
+
+"An Ambush," said Owl, "is a sort of Surprise."
+
+"So is a gorse-bush sometimes," said Pooh.
+
+"An Ambush, as I was about to explain to Pooh," said Piglet, "is a sort
+of Surprise."
+
+"If people jump out at you suddenly, that's an Ambush," said Owl.
+
+"It's an Ambush, Pooh, when people jump at you suddenly," explained
+Piglet.
+
+Pooh, who now knew what an Ambush was, said that a gorse-bush had sprung
+at him suddenly one day when he fell off a tree, and he had taken six
+days to get all the prickles out of himself.
+
+"We are not _talking_ about gorse-bushes," said Owl a little crossly.
+
+"I am," said Pooh.
+
+They were climbing very cautiously up the stream now, going from rock to
+rock, and after they had gone a little way they came to a place where
+the banks widened out at each side, so that on each side of the water
+there was a level strip of grass on which they could sit down and rest.
+As soon as he saw this, Christopher Robin called "Halt!" and they all
+sat down and rested.
+
+"I think," said Christopher Robin, "that we ought to eat all our
+Provisions now, so that we shan't have so much to carry."
+
+"Eat all our what?" said Pooh.
+
+"All that we've brought," said Piglet, getting to work.
+
+"That's a good idea," said Pooh, and he got to work too.
+
+"Have you all got something?" asked Christopher Robin with his mouth
+full.
+
+"All except me," said Eeyore. "As Usual." He looked round at them in his
+melancholy way. "I suppose none of you are sitting on a thistle by any
+chance?"
+
+"I believe I am," said Pooh. "Ow!" He got up, and looked behind him.
+"Yes, I was. I thought so."
+
+"Thank you, Pooh. If you've quite finished with it." He moved across to
+Pooh's place, and began to eat.
+
+"It don't do them any Good, you know, sitting on them," he went on, as
+he looked up munching. "Takes all the Life out of them. Remember that
+another time, all of you. A little Consideration, a little Thought for
+Others, makes all the difference."
+
+As soon as he had finished his lunch Christopher Robin whispered to
+Rabbit, and Rabbit said "Yes, yes, of course," and they walked a little
+way up the stream together.
+
+"I didn't want the others to hear," said Christopher Robin.
+
+"Quite so," said Rabbit, looking important.
+
+"It's--I wondered--It's only--Rabbit, I suppose _you_ don't know, What
+does the North Pole _look_ like?"
+
+"Well," said Rabbit, stroking his whiskers. "Now you're asking me."
+
+"I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten," said Christopher Robin
+carelessly.
+
+"It's a funny thing," said Rabbit, "but I've sort of forgotten too,
+although I did know _once_."
+
+"I suppose it's just a pole stuck in the ground?"
+
+"Sure to be a pole," said Rabbit, "because of calling it a pole, and if
+it's a pole, well, I should think it would be sticking in the ground,
+shouldn't you, because there'd be nowhere else to stick it."
+
+"Yes, that's what I thought."
+
+"The only thing," said Rabbit, "is, _where is it sticking_?"
+
+"That's what we're looking for," said Christopher Robin.
+
+They went back to the others. Piglet was lying on his back, sleeping
+peacefully. Roo was washing his face and paws in the stream, while Kanga
+explained to everybody proudly that this was the first time he had ever
+washed his face himself, and Owl was telling Kanga an Interesting
+Anecdote full of long words like Encyclopædia and Rhododendron to which
+Kanga wasn't listening.
+
+"I don't hold with all this washing," grumbled Eeyore. "This modern
+Behind-the-ears nonsense. What do _you_ think, Pooh?"
+
+"Well," said Pooh, "_I_ think----"
+
+But we shall never know what Pooh thought, for there came a sudden
+squeak from Roo, a splash, and a loud cry of alarm from Kanga.
+
+"So much for _washing_," said Eeyore.
+
+"Roo's fallen in!" cried Rabbit, and he and Christopher Robin came
+rushing down to the rescue.
+
+"Look at me swimming!" squeaked Roo from the middle of his pool, and was
+hurried down a waterfall into the next pool.
+
+"Are you all right, Roo dear?" called Kanga anxiously.
+
+"Yes!" said Roo. "Look at me sw----" and down he went over the next
+waterfall into another pool.
+
+Everybody was doing something to help. Piglet, wide awake suddenly, was
+jumping up and down and making "Oo, I say" noises; Owl was explaining
+that in a case of Sudden and Temporary Immersion the Important Thing was
+to keep the Head Above Water; Kanga was jumping along the bank, saying
+"Are you _sure_ you're all right, Roo dear?" to which Roo, from whatever
+pool he was in at the moment, was answering "Look at me swimming!"
+Eeyore had turned round and hung his tail over the first pool into which
+Roo fell, and with his back to the accident was grumbling quietly to
+himself, and saying, "All this washing; but catch on to my tail, little
+Roo, and you'll be all right"; and, Christopher Robin and Rabbit came
+hurrying past Eeyore, and were calling out to the others in front of
+them.
+
+"All right, Roo, I'm coming," called Christopher Robin.
+
+"Get something across the stream lower down, some of you fellows,"
+called Rabbit.
+
+But Pooh was getting something. Two pools below Roo he was standing with
+a long pole in his paws, and Kanga came up and took one end of it, and
+between them they held it across the lower part of the pool; and Roo,
+still bubbling proudly, "Look at me swimming," drifted up against it,
+and climbed out.
+
+"Did you see me swimming?" squeaked Roo excitedly, while Kanga scolded
+him and rubbed him down. "Pooh, did you see me swimming? That's called
+swimming, what I was doing. Rabbit, did you see what I was doing?
+Swimming. Hallo, Piglet! I say, Piglet! What do you think I was doing!
+Swimming! Christopher Robin, did you see me----"
+
+But Christopher Robin wasn't listening. He was looking at Pooh.
+
+"Pooh," he said, "where did you find that pole?"
+
+Pooh looked at the pole in his hands.
+
+"I just found it," he said. "I thought it ought to be useful. I just
+picked it up."
+
+"Pooh," said Christopher Robin solemnly, "the Expedition is over. You
+have found the North Pole!"
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh.
+
+Eeyore was sitting with his tail in the water when they all got back to
+him.
+
+"Tell Roo to be quick, somebody," he said. "My tail's getting cold. I
+don't want to mention it, but I just mention it. I don't want to
+complain but there it is. My tail's cold."
+
+"Here I am!" squeaked Roo.
+
+"Oh, there you are."
+
+"Did you see me swimming?"
+
+Eeyore took his tail out of the water, and swished it from side to side.
+
+"As I expected," he said. "Lost all feeling. Numbed it. That's what it's
+done. Numbed it. Well, as long as nobody minds, I suppose it's all
+right."
+
+"Poor old Eeyore. I'll dry it for you," said Christopher Robin, and he
+took out his handkerchief and rubbed it up.
+
+"Thank you, Christopher Robin. You're the only one who seems to
+understand about tails. They don't think--that's what the matter with
+some of these others. They've no imagination. A tail isn't a tail to
+_them_, it's just a Little Bit Extra at the back."
+
+"Never mind, Eeyore," said Christopher Robin, rubbing his hardest. "Is
+_that_ better?"
+
+"It's feeling more like a tail perhaps. It Belongs again, if you know
+what I mean."
+
+"Hullo, Eeyore," said Pooh, coming up to them with his pole.
+
+"Hullo, Pooh. Thank you for asking, but I shall be able to use it again
+in a day or two."
+
+"Use what?" said Pooh.
+
+"What we are talking about."
+
+"I wasn't talking about anything," said Pooh, looking puzzled.
+
+"My mistake again. I thought you were saying how sorry you were about my
+tail, being all numb, and could you do anything to help?"
+
+"No," said Pooh. "That wasn't me," he said. He thought for a little and
+then suggested helpfully, "Perhaps it was somebody else."
+
+"Well, thank him for me when you see him."
+
+Pooh looked anxiously at Christopher Robin.
+
+"Pooh's found the North Pole," said Christopher Robin. "Isn't that
+lovely?"
+
+Pooh looked modestly down.
+
+"Is that it?" said Eeyore.
+
+"Yes," said Christopher Robin.
+
+"Is that what we were looking for?"
+
+"Yes," said Pooh.
+
+"Oh!" said Eeyore. "Well, anyhow--it didn't rain," he said.
+
+They stuck the pole in the ground, and Christopher Robin tied a message
+on to it.
+
+                               NORTH POLE
+
+                           DISCOVERED BY POOH
+
+                             POOH FOUND IT.
+
+Then they all went home again. And I think, but I am not quite sure,
+that Roo had a hot bath and went straight to bed. But Pooh went back to
+his own house, and feeling very proud of what he had done, had a little
+something to revive himself.
+
+
+
+
+                               CHAPTER IX
+
+                       IN WHICH PIGLET IS ENTIRELY
+                           SURROUNDED BY WATER
+
+
+It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never
+in all his life, and _he_ was goodness knows _how_ old--three, was it,
+or four?--never had he seen so much rain. Days and days and days.
+
+"If only," he thought, as he looked out of the window, "I had been in
+Pooh's house, or Christopher Robin's house, or Rabbit's house when it
+began to rain, then I should have had Company all this time, instead of
+being here all alone, with nothing to do except wonder when it will
+stop." And he imagined himself with Pooh, saying, "Did you ever see such
+rain, Pooh?" and Pooh saying, "Isn't it _awful_, Piglet?" and Piglet
+saying, "I wonder how it is over Christopher Robin's way" and Pooh
+saying, "I should think poor old Rabbit is about flooded out by this
+time." It would have been jolly to talk like this, and really, it wasn't
+much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn't share
+them with somebody.
+
+For it was rather exciting. The little dry ditches in which Piglet had
+nosed about so often had become streams, the little streams across which
+he had splashed were rivers, and the river, between whose steep banks
+they had played so happily, had sprawled out of its own bed and was
+taking up so much room everywhere, that Piglet was beginning to wonder
+whether it would be coming into _his_ bed soon.
+
+"It's a little Anxious," he said to himself, "to be a Very Small Animal
+Entirely Surrounded by Water. Christopher Robin and Pooh could escape by
+Climbing Trees, and Kanga could escape by Jumping, and Rabbit could
+escape by Burrowing, and Owl could escape by Flying, and Eeyore could
+escape by--by Making a Loud Noise Until Rescued, and here am I,
+surrounded by water and I can't do _anything_."
+
+It went on raining, and every day the water got a little higher, until
+now it was nearly up to Piglet's window ... and still he hadn't done
+anything.
+
+"There's Pooh," he thought to himself. "Pooh hasn't much Brain, but he
+never comes to any harm. He does silly things and they turn out right.
+There's Owl. Owl hasn't exactly got Brain, but he Knows Things. He would
+know the Right Thing to Do when Surrounded by Water. There's Rabbit. He
+hasn't Learnt in Books, but he can always Think of a Clever Plan.
+There's Kanga. She isn't Clever, Kanga isn't, but she would be so
+anxious about Roo that she would do a Good Thing to Do without thinking
+about It. And then there's Eeyore. And Eeyore is so miserable anyhow
+that he wouldn't mind about this. But I wonder what Christopher Robin
+would do?"
+
+Then suddenly he remembered a story which Christopher Robin had told him
+about a man on a desert island who had written something in a bottle and
+thrown it in the sea; and Piglet thought that if he wrote something in a
+bottle and threw it in the water, perhaps somebody would come and rescue
+_him_!
+
+He left the window and began to search his house, all of it that wasn't
+under water, and at last he found a pencil and a small piece of dry
+paper, and a bottle with a cork to it. And he wrote on one side of the
+paper:
+
+                                 HELP!
+                              PIGLET (ME)
+
+and on the other side:
+
+                       IT'S ME PIGLET, HELP HELP.
+
+Then he put the paper in the bottle, and he corked the bottle up as
+tightly as he could, and he leant out of his window as far as he could
+lean without falling in, and he threw the bottle as far as he could
+throw--_splash!_--and in a little while it bobbed up again on the water;
+and he watched it floating slowly away in the distance, until his eyes
+ached with looking, and sometimes he thought it was the bottle, and
+sometimes he thought it was just a ripple on the water which he was
+following, and then suddenly he knew that he would never see it again
+and that he had done all that he could do to save himself.
+
+"So now," he thought, "somebody else will have to do something, and I
+hope they will do it soon, because if they don't I shall have to swim,
+which I can't, so I hope they do it soon." And then he gave a very long
+sigh and said, "I wish Pooh were here. It's so much more friendly with
+two."
+
+                 *        *        *        *        *
+
+When the rain began Pooh was asleep. It rained, and it rained, and it
+rained, and he slept and he slept and he slept. He had had a tiring day.
+You remember how he discovered the North Pole; well, he was so proud of
+this that he asked Christopher Robin if there were any other Poles such
+as a Bear of Little Brain might discover.
+
+"There's a South Pole," said Christopher Robin, "and I expect there's an
+East Pole and a West Pole, though people don't like talking about them."
+
+Pooh was very excited when he heard this, and suggested that they should
+have an Expotition to discover the East Pole, but Christopher Robin had
+thought of something else to do with Kanga; so Pooh went out to discover
+the East Pole by himself. Whether he discovered it or not, I forget; but
+he was so tired when he got home that, in the very middle of his supper,
+after he had been eating for little more than half-an-hour, he fell fast
+asleep in his chair, and slept and slept and slept.
+
+Then suddenly he was dreaming. He was at the East Pole, and it was a
+very cold pole with the coldest sort of snow and ice all over it. He had
+found a bee-hive to sleep in, but there wasn't room for his legs, so he
+had left them outside. And Wild Woozles, such as inhabit the East Pole,
+came and nibbled all the fur off his legs to make nests for their Young.
+And the more they nibbled, the colder his legs got, until suddenly he
+woke up with an _Ow!_--and there he was, sitting in his chair with his
+feet in the water, and water all round him!
+
+He splashed to his door and looked out....
+
+"This is Serious," said Pooh. "I must have an Escape."
+
+So he took his largest pot of honey and escaped with it to a broad
+branch of his tree, well above the water, and then he climbed down again
+and escaped with another pot ... and when the whole Escape was
+finished, there was Pooh sitting on his branch, dangling his legs, and
+there, beside him, were ten pots of honey....
+
+Two days later, there was Pooh, sitting on his branch, dangling his
+legs, and there, beside him, were four pots of honey....
+
+Three days later, there was Pooh, sitting on his branch, dangling his
+legs, and there beside him, was one pot of honey.
+
+Four days later, there was Pooh ...
+
+And it was on the morning of the fourth day that Piglet's bottle came
+floating past him, and with one loud cry of "Honey!" Pooh plunged into
+the water, seized the bottle, and struggled back to his tree again.
+
+"Bother!" said Pooh, as he opened it. "All that wet for nothing. What's
+that bit of paper doing?"
+
+He took it out and looked at it.
+
+"It's a Missage," he said to himself, "that's what it is. And that
+letter is a 'P,' and so is that, and so is that, and 'P' means 'Pooh,'
+so it's a very important Missage to me, and I can't read it. I must find
+Christopher Robin or Owl or Piglet, one of those Clever Readers who can
+read things, and they will tell me what this missage means. Only I can't
+swim. Bother!"
+
+Then he had an idea, and I think that for a Bear of Very Little Brain,
+it was a good idea. He said to himself:
+
+"If a bottle can float, then a jar can float, and if a jar floats, I can
+sit on the top of it, if it's a very big jar."
+
+So he took his biggest jar, and corked it up. "All boats have to have a
+name," he said, "so I shall call mine _The Floating Bear_." And with
+these words he dropped his boat into the water and jumped in after it.
+
+For a little while Pooh and _The Floating Bear_ were uncertain as to
+which of them was meant to be on the top, but after trying one or two
+different positions, they settled down with _The Floating Bear_
+underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with
+his feet.
+
+                 *        *        *        *        *
+
+Christopher Robin lived at the very top of the Forest. It rained, and it
+rained, and it rained, but the water couldn't come up to _his_ house. It
+was rather jolly to look down into the valleys and see the water all
+round him, but it rained so hard that he stayed indoors most of the
+time, and thought about things. Every morning he went out with his
+umbrella and put a stick in the place where the water came up to, and
+every next morning he went out and couldn't see his stick any more, so
+he put another stick in the place where the water came up to, and then
+he walked home again, and each morning he had a shorter way to walk than
+he had had the morning before. On the morning of the fifth day he saw
+the water all round him, and knew that for the first time in his life he
+was on a real island. Which was very exciting.
+
+It was on this morning that Owl came flying over the water to say "How
+do you do," to his friend Christopher Robin.
+
+"I say, Owl," said Christopher Robin, "isn't this fun? I'm on an
+island!"
+
+"The atmospheric conditions have been very unfavourable lately," said
+Owl.
+
+"The what?"
+
+"It has been raining," explained Owl.
+
+"Yes," said Christopher Robin. "It has."
+
+"The flood-level has reached an unprecedented height."
+
+"The who?"
+
+"There's a lot of water about," explained Owl.
+
+"Yes," said Christopher Robin, "there is."
+
+"However, the prospects are rapidly becoming more favourable. At any
+moment----"
+
+"Have you seen Pooh?"
+
+"No. At any moment----"
+
+"I hope he's all right," said Christopher Robin. "I've been wondering
+about him. I expect Piglet's with him. Do you think they're all right,
+Owl?"
+
+"I expect so. You see, at any moment----"
+
+"Do go and see, Owl. Because Pooh hasn't got very much brain, and he
+might do something silly, and I do love him so, Owl. Do you see, Owl?"
+
+"That's all right," said Owl. "I'll go. Back directly." And he flew off.
+
+In a little while he was back again.
+
+"Pooh isn't there," he said.
+
+"Not there?"
+
+"Has _been_ there. He's been sitting on a branch of his tree outside his
+house with nine pots of honey. But he isn't there now."
+
+"Oh, Pooh!" cried Christopher Robin. "Where _are_ you?"
+
+"Here I am," said a growly voice behind him.
+
+"Pooh!"
+
+They rushed into each other's arms.
+
+"How did you get here, Pooh?" asked Christopher Robin, when he was ready
+to talk again.
+
+"On my boat," said Pooh proudly. "I had a Very Important Missage sent me
+in a bottle, and owing to having got some water in my eyes, I couldn't
+read it, so I brought it to you. On my boat."
+
+With these proud words he gave Christopher Robin the missage.
+
+"But it's from Piglet!" cried Christopher Robin when he had read it.
+
+"Isn't there anything about Pooh in it?" asked Bear, looking over his
+shoulder.
+
+Christopher Robin read the message aloud.
+
+"Oh, are those 'P's' piglets? I thought they were poohs."
+
+"We must rescue him at once! I thought he was with _you_, Pooh. Owl,
+could you rescue him on your back?"
+
+"I don't think so," said Owl, after grave thought. "It is doubtful if
+the necessary dorsal muscles----"
+
+"Then would you fly to him at _once_ and say that Rescue is Coming? And
+Pooh and I will think of a Rescue and come as quick as ever we can. Oh,
+don't _talk_, Owl, go on quick!" And, still thinking of something to
+say, Owl flew off.
+
+"Now then, Pooh," said Christopher Robin, "where's your boat?"
+
+"I ought to say," explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the
+island, "that it isn't just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a
+Boat, and sometimes it's more of an Accident. It all depends."
+
+"Depends on what?"
+
+"On whether I'm on the top of it or underneath it."
+
+"Oh! Well, where is it?"
+
+"There!" said Pooh, pointing proudly to _The Floating Bear_.
+
+It wasn't what Christopher Robin expected, and the more he looked at it,
+the more he thought what a Brave and Clever Bear Pooh was, and the more
+Christopher Robin thought this, the more Pooh looked modestly down his
+nose and tried to pretend he wasn't.
+
+"But it's too small for two of us," said Christopher Robin sadly.
+
+"Three of us with Piglet."
+
+"That makes it smaller still. Oh, Pooh Bear, what shall we do?"
+
+And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of
+Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and
+T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said
+something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with
+mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of
+Very Little Brain whom he had known and loved so long.
+
+"We might go in your umbrella," said Pooh.
+
+"?"
+
+"We might go in your umbrella," said Pooh.
+
+"? ?"
+
+"We might go in your umbrella," said Pooh.
+
+"!!!!!!"
+
+For suddenly Christopher Robin saw that they might. He opened his
+umbrella and put it point downwards in the water. It floated but
+wobbled. Pooh got in. He was just beginning to say that it was all right
+now, when he found that it wasn't, so after a short drink which he
+didn't really want he waded back to Christopher Robin. Then they both
+got in together, and it wobbled no longer.
+
+"I shall call this boat _The Brain of Pooh_," said Christopher Robin,
+and _The Brain of Pooh_ set sail forthwith in a south-westerly
+direction, revolving gracefully.
+
+You can imagine Piglet's joy when at last the ship came in sight of him.
+In after-years he liked to think that he had been in Very Great Danger
+during the Terrible Flood, but the only danger he had really been in was
+in the last half-hour of his imprisonment, when Owl, who had just flown
+up, sat on a branch of his tree to comfort him, and told him a very long
+story about an aunt who had once laid a seagull's egg by mistake, and
+the story went on and on, rather like this sentence, until Piglet who
+was listening out of his window without much hope, went to sleep quietly
+and naturally, slipping slowly out of the window towards the water until
+he was only hanging on by his toes, at which moment luckily, a sudden
+loud squawk from Owl, which was really part of the story, being what his
+aunt said, woke the Piglet up and just gave him time to jerk himself
+back into safety and say, "How interesting, and did she?" when--well,
+you can imagine his joy when at last he saw the good ship, _Brain of
+Pooh_ (_Captain_, C. Robin; _1st Mate_, P. Bear) coming over the sea to
+rescue him. Christopher Robin and Pooh again....
+
+And that is really the end of the story, and I am very tired after that
+last sentence, I think I shall stop there.
+
+
+
+
+                               CHAPTER X
+
+                    IN WHICH CHRISTOPHER ROBIN GIVES
+                    POOH A PARTY, AND WE SAY GOOD-BYE
+
+
+One day when the sun had come back over the Forest, bringing with it
+the scent of may, and all the streams of the Forest were tinkling
+happily to find themselves their own pretty shape again, and the little
+pools lay dreaming of the life they had seen and the big things they had
+done, and in the warmth and quiet of the Forest the cuckoo was trying
+over his voice carefully and listening to see if he liked it, and
+wood-pigeons were complaining gently to themselves in their lazy
+comfortable way that it was the other fellow's fault, but it didn't
+matter very much; on such a day as this Christopher Robin whistled in a
+special way he had, and Owl came flying out of the Hundred Acre Wood to
+see what was wanted.
+
+"Owl," said Christopher Robin, "I am going to give a party."
+
+"You are, are you?" said Owl.
+
+"And it's to be a special sort of party, because it's because of what
+Pooh did when he did what he did to save Piglet from the flood."
+
+"Oh, that's what it's for, is it?" said Owl.
+
+"Yes, so will you tell Pooh as quickly as you can, and all the others,
+because it will be to-morrow."
+
+"Oh, it will, will it?" said Owl, still being as helpful as possible.
+
+"So will you go and tell them, Owl?"
+
+Owl tried to think of something very wise to say, but couldn't, so he
+flew off to tell the others. And the first person he told was Pooh.
+
+"Pooh," he said, "Christopher Robin is giving a party."
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh. And then seeing that Owl expected him to say something
+else, he said "Will there be those little cake things with pink sugar
+icing?"
+
+Owl felt that it was rather beneath him to talk about little cake things
+with pink sugar icing, so he told Pooh exactly what Christopher Robin
+had said, and flew off to Eeyore.
+
+"A party for Me?" thought Pooh to himself. "How grand!" And he began to
+wonder if all the other animals would know that it was a special Pooh
+Party, and if Christopher Robin had told them about _The Floating Bear_
+and the _Brain of Pooh_ and all the wonderful ships he had invented and
+sailed on, and he began to think how awful it would be if everybody had
+forgotten about it, and nobody quite knew what the party was for; and
+the more he thought like this, the more the party got muddled in his
+mind, like a dream when nothing goes right. And the dream began to sing
+itself over in his head until it became a sort of song. It was an
+
+                           ANXIOUS POOH SONG.
+
+    3 Cheers for Pooh!
+    (_For Who?_)
+    For Pooh--
+    (_Why what did he do?_)
+    I thought you knew;
+    He saved his friend from a wetting!
+    3 Cheers for Bear!
+    (_For where?_)
+    For Bear--
+    He couldn't swim,
+    But he rescued him!
+    (_He rescued who?_)
+    Oh, listen, do!
+    I am talking of Pooh--
+    (_Of who?_)
+    Of Pooh!
+    (_I'm sorry I keep forgetting_).
+    Well, Pooh was a Bear of Enormous Brain
+    (_Just say it again!_)
+    Of enormous brain--
+    (_Of enormous what?_)
+    Well, he ate a lot,
+    And I don't know if he could swim or not,
+    But he managed to float
+    On a sort of boat
+    (_On a sort of what?_)
+    Well, a sort of pot--
+    So now let's give him three hearty cheers
+    (_So now let's give him three hearty whiches?_)
+    And hope he'll be with us for years and years,
+    And grow in health and wisdom and riches!
+    3 Cheers for Pooh!
+    (_For who?_)
+    For Pooh--
+    3 Cheers for Bear!
+    (_For where?_)
+    For Bear--
+    3 Cheers for the wonderful Winnie-the-Pooh!
+    (_Just tell me, somebody_--WHAT DID HE DO?)
+
+While this was going on inside him, Owl was talking to Eeyore.
+
+"Eeyore," said Owl, "Christopher Robin is giving a party."
+
+"Very interesting," said Eeyore. "I suppose they will be sending me down
+the odd bits which got trodden on. Kind and Thoughtful. Not at all,
+don't mention it."
+
+"There is an Invitation for you."
+
+"What's that like?"
+
+"An Invitation!"
+
+"Yes, I heard you. Who dropped it?"
+
+"This isn't anything to eat, it's asking you to the party. To-morrow."
+
+Eeyore shook his head slowly.
+
+"You mean Piglet. The little fellow with the excited ears. That's
+Piglet. I'll tell him."
+
+"No, no!" said Owl, getting quite fussy. "It's you!"
+
+"Are you sure?"
+
+"Of course I'm sure. Christopher Robin said 'All of them! Tell all of
+them.'"
+
+"All of them, except Eeyore?"
+
+"All of them," said Owl sulkily.
+
+"Ah!" said Eeyore. "A mistake, no doubt, but still, I shall come. Only
+don't blame _me_ if it rains."
+
+But it didn't rain. Christopher Robin had made a long table out of some
+long pieces of wood, and they all sat round it. Christopher Robin sat at
+one end, and Pooh sat at the other, and between them on one side were
+Owl and Eeyore and Piglet, and between them on the other side were
+Rabbit, and Roo and Kanga. And all Rabbit's friends and relations spread
+themselves about on the grass, and waited hopefully in case anybody
+spoke to them, or dropped anything, or asked them the time.
+
+It was the first party to which Roo had ever been, and he was very
+excited. As soon as ever they had sat down he began to talk.
+
+"Hallo, Pooh!" he squeaked.
+
+"Hallo, Roo!" said Pooh.
+
+Roo jumped up and down in his seat for a little while and then began
+again.
+
+"Hallo, Piglet!" he squeaked.
+
+Piglet waved a paw at him, being too busy to say anything.
+
+"Hallo, Eeyore!" said Roo.
+
+Eeyore nodded gloomily at him. "It will rain soon, you see if it
+doesn't," he said.
+
+Roo looked to see if it didn't, and it didn't, so he said "Hallo,
+Owl!"--and Owl said "Hallo, my little fellow," in a kindly way, and went
+on telling Christopher Robin about an accident which had nearly happened
+to a friend of his whom Christopher Robin didn't know, and Kanga said to
+Roo, "Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards." So Roo, who
+was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once ...
+and had to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time
+afterwards.
+
+When they had all nearly eaten enough, Christopher Robin banged on the
+table with his spoon, and everybody stopped talking and was very silent,
+except Roo who was just finishing a loud attack of hiccups and trying to
+look as if it was one of Rabbit's relations.
+
+"This party," said Christopher Robin, "is a party because of what
+someone did, and we all know who it was, and it's his party, because of
+what he did, and I've got a present for him and here it is." Then he
+felt about a little and whispered, "Where is it?"
+
+While he was looking, Eeyore coughed in an impressive way and began to
+speak.
+
+"Friends," he said, "including oddments, it is a great pleasure, or
+perhaps I had better say it has been a pleasure so far, to see you at my
+party. What I did was nothing. Any of you--except Rabbit and Owl and
+Kanga--would have done the same. Oh, and Pooh. My remarks do not, of
+course, apply to Piglet and Roo, because they are too small. Any of you
+would have done the same. But it just happened to be Me. It was not, I
+need hardly say, with an idea of getting what Christopher Robin is
+looking for now"--and he put his front leg to his mouth and said in a
+loud whisper, "Try under the table"--"that I did what I did--but because
+I feel that we should all do what we can to help. I feel that we should
+all----"
+
+"H--hup!" said Roo accidentally.
+
+"Roo, dear!" said Kanga reproachfully.
+
+"Was it me?" asked Roo, a little surprised.
+
+"What's Eeyore talking about?" Piglet whispered to Pooh.
+
+"I don't know," said Pooh rather dolefully.
+
+"I thought this was _your_ party."
+
+"I thought it was _once_. But I suppose it isn't."
+
+"I'd sooner it was yours than Eeyore's," said Piglet.
+
+"So would I," said Pooh.
+
+"H--hup!" said Roo again.
+
+"AS--I--WAS--SAYING," said Eeyore loudly and sternly, "as I was saying
+when I was interrupted by various Loud Sounds, I feel that----"
+
+"Here it is!" cried Christopher Robin excitedly. "Pass it down to silly
+old Pooh. It's for Pooh."
+
+"For Pooh?" said Eeyore.
+
+"Of course it is. The best bear in all the world."
+
+"I might have known," said Eeyore. "After all, one can't complain. I
+have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last
+week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'
+The Social Round. Always something going on."
+
+Nobody was listening, for they were all saying "Open it, Pooh," "What is
+it, Pooh?" "I know what it is," "No, you don't" and other helpful
+remarks of this sort. And of course Pooh was opening it as quickly as
+ever he could, but without cutting the string, because you never know
+when a bit of string might be Useful. At last it was undone.
+
+When Pooh saw what it was, he nearly fell down, he was so pleased. It
+was a Special Pencil Case. There were pencils in it marked "B" for Bear,
+and pencils marked "HB" for Helping Bear, and pencils marked "BB" for
+Brave Bear. There was a knife for sharpening the pencils, and
+india-rubber for rubbing out anything which you had spelt wrong, and a
+ruler for ruling lines for the words to walk on, and inches marked on
+the ruler in case you wanted to know how many inches anything was, and
+Blue Pencils and Red Pencils and Green Pencils for saying special things
+in blue and red and green. And all these lovely things were in little
+pockets of their own in a Special Case which shut with a click when you
+clicked it. And they were all for Pooh.
+
+"Oh!" said Pooh.
+
+"Oh, Pooh!" said everybody else except Eeyore.
+
+"Thank-you," growled Pooh.
+
+But Eeyore was saying to himself, "This writing business. Pencils and
+what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it."
+
+Later on, when they had all said "Good-bye" and "Thank-you" to
+Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in
+the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent.
+
+"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's
+the first thing you say to yourself?"
+
+"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do _you_ say, Piglet?"
+
+"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting _to-day_?" said Piglet.
+
+Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
+
+"It's the same thing," he said.
+
+                 *        *        *        *        *
+
+"And what did happen?" asked Christopher Robin.
+
+"When?"
+
+"Next morning."
+
+"I don't know."
+
+"Could you think and tell me and Pooh some time?"
+
+"If you wanted it very much."
+
+"Pooh does," said Christopher Robin.
+
+He gave a deep sigh, picked his bear up by the leg and walked off to the
+door, trailing Winnie-the-Pooh behind him. At the door he turned and
+said "Coming to see me have my bath?"
+
+"I might," I said.
+
+"Was Pooh's pencil case any better than mine?"
+
+"It was just the same," I said.
+
+He nodded and went out ... and in a moment I heard
+Winnie-the-Pooh--_bump, bump, bump_--going up the stairs behind him.
+
+
+
+
+                           Printed in Canada
+                   by Warwick Bros. & Rutter, Limited
+                        Printers and Bookbinders
+                                Toronto
+
+
+
+
+[Transcriber's Note: Near the end of Chapter VI, the reference to
+Kanga was modified to read "...and every Tuesday Kanga spent the day
+with her great friend Pooh ..."]
+
+
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