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diff --git a/search-engine/books/Winnie-the-Pooh.txt b/search-engine/books/Winnie-the-Pooh.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f4f2672 --- /dev/null +++ b/search-engine/books/Winnie-the-Pooh.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3981 @@ +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 ..."] + + + + *** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WINNIE-THE-POOH *** + + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will +be renamed. + +Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright +law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, +so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United +States without permission and without paying copyright +royalties. 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