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Title: The house at Pooh Corner

Author: A. A. Milne

Illustrator: Ernest H. Shepard

Release date: February 21, 2024 [eBook #73011]

Language: English

Original publication: New York, NY: E.P. Dutton & Co., Inc., 1928

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POOH CORNER ***

THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER

BY A. A. MILNE

with decorations
by Ernest H. Shepard

PUBLISHED BY
E. P. DUTTON & CO., INC., NEW YORK

THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER

COPYRIGHT, 1928, BY E. P. DUTTON & CO., INC.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
PRINTED IN U. S. A.

First Printing September, 1928

100th Printing December, 1936

139th Printing July, 1949

Reprinted, from new plates and engravings
and type entirely reset August, 1950

141st Printing September, 1951

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA BY THE
AMERICAN BOOK-STRATFORD PRESS, INC., NEW YORK

DEDICATION

You gave me Christopher Robin, and then
You breathed new life in Pooh.
Whatever of each has left my pen
Goes homing back to you.
My book is ready, and comes to greet
The mother it longs to see—
It would be my present to you, my sweet,
If it weren't your gift to me.

Contradiction
An introduction is to introduce people, but Christopher Robin and his
friends, who have already been introduced to you, are now going to say
Good-bye. So this is the opposite. When we asked Pooh what the opposite of
an Introduction was, he said "The what of a what?" which didn't help us as
much as we had hoped, but luckily Owl kept his head and told us that the
opposite of an Introduction, my dear Pooh, was a Contradiction; and, as he is
very good at long words, I am sure that that's what it is.
Why we are having a Contradiction is because last week when Christopher
Robin said to me, "What about that story you were going to tell me about
what happened to Pooh when——" I happened to say very quickly, "What
about nine times a hundred and seven?" And when we had done that one, we
had one about cows going through a gate at two a minute, and there are three
hundred in the field, so how many are left after an hour and a half? We find
these very exciting, and when we have been excited quite enough, we curl
up and go to sleep ... and Pooh, sitting wakeful a little longer on his chair by
our pillow, thinks Grand Thoughts to himself about Nothing, until he, too,
closes his eyes and nods his head, and follows us on tip-toe into the Forest.
There, still, we have magic adventures, more wonderful than any I have told
you about; but now, when we wake up in the morning, they are gone before
we can catch hold of them. How did the last one begin? "One day when
Pooh was walking in the Forest, there were one hundred and seven cows on
a gate...." No, you see, we have lost it. It was the best, I think. Well, here are
some of the other ones, all that we shall remember now. But, of course, it
isn't really Good-bye, because the Forest will always be there ... and
anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it.
A. A. M.

Contents
I. IN WHICH A House Is Built at Pooh Corner for Eeyore
II. IN WHICH Tigger Comes to the Forest and Has Breakfast
IN WHICH A Search Is Organized, and Piglet Nearly Meets the
III.
Heffalump Again
IV. IN WHICH It Is Shown That Tiggers Don't Climb Trees
IN WHICH Rabbit Has a Busy Day, and We Learn What Christopher
V.
Robin Does in the Mornings
VI. IN WHICH Pooh Invents a New Game and Eeyore Joins In
VII. IN WHICH Tigger Is Unbounced
VIII. IN WHICH Piglet Does a Very Grand Thing
IX. IN WHICH Eeyore Finds the Wolery and Owl Moves Into It
IN WHICH Christopher Robin and Pooh Come to an Enchanted
X.
Place, and We Leave Them There

THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER

CHAPTER I

IN WHICH A House Is Built at Pooh Corner for Eeyore

One day when Pooh Bear had nothing else to do, he thought he would do
something, so he went round to Piglet's house to see what Piglet was doing.
It was still snowing as he stumped over the white forest track, and he
expected to find Piglet warming his toes in front of his fire, but to his
surprise he saw that the door was open, and the more he looked inside the
more Piglet wasn't there.
"He's out," said Pooh sadly. "That's what it is. He's not in. I shall have to go
a fast Thinking Walk by myself. Bother!"
But first he thought that he would knock very loudly just to make quite sure
... and while he waited for Piglet not to answer, he jumped up and down to
keep warm, and a hum came suddenly into his head, which seemed to him a
Good Hum, such as is Hummed Hopefully to Others.

The more it snows
(Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
(Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
(Tiddely pom),
On snowing.
And nobody knows
(Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes
(Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes

(Tiddely pom),
Are growing.

"So what I'll do," said Pooh, "is I'll do this. I'll just go home first and see
what the time is, and perhaps I'll put a muffler round my neck, and then I'll
go and see Eeyore and sing it to him."
He hurried back to his own house; and his mind was so busy on the way with
the hum that he was getting ready for Eeyore that, when he suddenly saw
Piglet sitting in his best arm-chair, he could only stand there rubbing his
head and wondering whose house he was in.
"Hallo, Piglet," he said. "I thought you were out."
"No," said Piglet, "it's you who were out, Pooh."
"So it was," said Pooh. "I knew one of us was."
He looked up at his clock, which had stopped at five minutes to eleven some
weeks ago.
"Nearly eleven o'clock," said Pooh happily. "You're just in time for a little
smackerel of something," and he put his head into the cupboard. "And then
we'll go out, Piglet, and sing my song to Eeyore."

"Which song, Pooh?"
"The one we're going to sing to Eeyore," explained Pooh.
The clock was still saying five minutes to eleven when Pooh and Piglet set
out on their way half an hour later. The wind had dropped, and the snow,
tired of rushing round in circles trying to catch itself up, now fluttered gently
down until it found a place on which to rest, and sometimes the place was
Pooh's nose and sometimes it wasn't, and in a little while Piglet was wearing
a white muffler round his neck and feeling more snowy behind the ears than
he had ever felt before.

"Pooh," he said at last, and a little timidly, because he didn't want Pooh to
think he was Giving In, "I was just wondering. How would it be if we went
home now and practised your song, and then sang it to Eeyore tomorrow—
or—or the next day, when we happen to see him?"
"That's a very good idea, Piglet," said Pooh. "We'll practise it now as we go
along. But it's no good going home to practise it, because it's a special
Outdoor Song which Has To Be Sung In The Snow."
"Are you sure?" asked Piglet anxiously.
"Well, you'll see, Piglet, when you listen. Because this is how it begins. The
more it snows, tiddely pom——"
"Tiddely what?" said Piglet.

"Pom," said Pooh. "I put that in to make it more hummy. The more it goes,
tiddely pom, the more——"
"Didn't you say snows?"
"Yes, but that was before."
"Before the tiddely pom?"
"It was a different tiddely pom," said Pooh, feeling rather muddled now. "I'll
sing it to you properly and then you'll see."
So he sang it again.

The more it
SNOWS-tiddely-pom,
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
On
Snowing.

And nobody
KNOWS-tiddely-pom,
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
Are
Growing.

He sang it like that, which is much the best way of singing it, and when he
had finished, he waited for Piglet to say that, of all the Outdoor Hums for
Snowy Weather he had ever heard, this was the best. And, after thinking the
matter out carefully, Piglet said:
"Pooh," he said solemnly, "it isn't the toes so much as the ears."
By this time they were getting near Eeyore's Gloomy Place, which was
where he lived, and as it was still very snowy behind Piglet's ears, and he

was getting tired of it, they turned into a little pine wood, and sat down on
the gate which led into it. They were out of the snow now, but it was very
cold, and to keep themselves warm they sang Pooh's song right through six
times, Piglet doing the tiddely-poms and Pooh doing the rest of it, and both
of them thumping on the top of the gate with pieces of stick at the proper
places. And in a little while they felt much warmer, and were able to talk
again.

"I've been thinking," said Pooh, "and what I've been thinking is this. I've
been thinking about Eeyore."

"What about Eeyore?"
"Well, poor Eeyore has nowhere to live."
"Nor he has," said Piglet.
"You have a house, Piglet, and I have a house, and they are very good
houses. And Christopher Robin has a house, and Owl and Kanga and Rabbit
have houses, and even Rabbit's friends and relations have houses or
somethings, but poor Eeyore has nothing. So what I've been thinking is:
Let's build him a house."
"That," said Piglet, "is a Grand Idea. Where shall we build it?"
"We build it here," said Pooh, "just by this wood, out of the wind, because
this is where I thought of it. And we will call this Pooh Corner. And we will
build an Eeyore House with sticks at Pooh Corner for Eeyore."
"There was a heap of sticks on the other side of the wood," said Piglet. "I
saw them. Lots and lots. All piled up."
"Thank you, Piglet," said Pooh. "What you have just said will be a Great
Help to us, and because of it I could call this place Poohanpiglet Corner if
Pooh Corner didn't sound better, which it does, being smaller and more like a
corner. Come along."

So they got down off the gate and went round to the other side of the wood
to fetch the sticks.

Christopher Robin had spent the morning indoors going to Africa and back,
and he had just got off the boat and was wondering what it was like outside,
when who should come knocking at the door but Eeyore.
"Hallo, Eeyore," said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came
out. "How are you?"

"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is."
"And freezing."
"Is it?"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't
had an earthquake lately."
"What's the matter, Eeyore?"

"Nothing, Christopher Robin. Nothing important. I suppose you haven't seen
a house or what-not anywhere about?"
"What sort of a house?"
"Just a house."
"Who lives there?"
"I do. At least I thought I did. But I suppose I don't. After all, we can't all
have houses."
"But, Eeyore, I didn't know—I always thought——"
"I don't know how it is, Christopher Robin, but what with all this snow and
one thing and another, not to mention icicles and such-like, it isn't so Hot in
my field about three o'clock in the morning as some people think it is. It isn't

Close, if you know what I mean—not so as to be uncomfortable. It isn't
Stuffy. In fact, Christopher Robin," he went on in a loud whisper, "quite-
between-ourselves-and-don't-tell-anybody, it's Cold."
"Oh, Eeyore!"
"And I said to myself: The others will be sorry if I'm getting myself all cold.
They haven't got Brains, any of them, only grey fluff that's blown into their
heads by mistake, and they don't Think, but if it goes on snowing for another
six weeks or so, one of them will begin to say to himself: 'Eeyore can't be so
very much too Hot about three o'clock in the morning.' And then it will Get
About. And they'll be Sorry."

"Oh, Eeyore!" said Christopher Robin, feeling very sorry already.
"I don't mean you, Christopher Robin. You're different. So what it all comes
to is that I built myself a house down by my little wood."
"Did you really? How exciting!"
"The really exciting part," said Eeyore in his most melancholy voice, "is that
when I left it this morning it was there, and when I came back it wasn't. Not
at all, very natural, and it was only Eeyore's house. But still I just
wondered."
Christopher Robin didn't stop to wonder. He was already back in his house,
putting on his waterproof hat, his waterproof boots and his waterproof
macintosh as fast as he could.
"We'll go and look for it at once," he called out to Eeyore.
"Sometimes," said Eeyore, "when people have quite finished taking a
person's house, there are one or two bits which they don't want and are rather
glad for the person to take back, if you know what I mean. So I thought if we
just went——"
"Come on," said Christopher Robin, and off they hurried, and in a very little
time they got to the corner of the field by the side of the pine-wood, where
Eeyore's house wasn't any longer.
"There!" said Eeyore. "Not a stick of it left! Of course, I've still got all this
snow to do what I like with. One mustn't complain."
But Christopher Robin wasn't listening to Eeyore, he was listening to
something else.
"Can't you hear it?" he asked.
"What is it? Somebody laughing?"
"Listen."
They both listened ... and they heard a deep gruff voice saying in a singing
voice that the more it snowed the more it went on snowing, and a small high
voice tiddely-pomming in between.

"It's Pooh," said Christopher Robin excitedly....
"Possibly," said Eeyore.
"And Piglet!" said Christopher Robin excitedly.
"Probably," said Eeyore. "What we want is a Trained Bloodhound."
The words of the song changed suddenly.
"We've finished our HOUSE!" sang the gruff voice.
"Tiddely pom!" sang the squeaky one.
"It's a beautiful HOUSE...."
"Tiddely pom...."
"I wish it were MINE...."
"Tiddely pom...."
"Pooh!" shouted Christopher Robin....

The singers on the gate stopped suddenly.
"It's Christopher Robin!" said Pooh eagerly.
"He's round by the place where we got all those sticks from," said Piglet.
"Come on," said Pooh.
They climbed down their gate and hurried round the corner of the wood,
Pooh making welcoming noises all the way.
"Why, here is Eeyore," said Pooh, when he had finished hugging Christopher
Robin, and he nudged Piglet, and Piglet nudged him, and they thought to
themselves what a lovely surprise they had got ready.
"Hallo, Eeyore."
"Same to you, Pooh Bear, and twice on Thursdays," said Eeyore gloomily.
Before Pooh could say: "Why Thursdays?" Christopher Robin began to
explain the sad story of Eeyore's Lost House. And Pooh and Piglet listened,
and their eyes seemed to get bigger and bigger.
"Where did you say it was?" asked Pooh.
"Just here," said Eeyore.
"Made of sticks?"
"Yes."
"Oh!" said Piglet.
"What?" said Eeyore.
"I just said 'Oh!'" said Piglet nervously. And so as to seem quite at ease he
hummed Tiddely-pom once or twice in a what-shall-we-do-now kind of way.
"You're sure it was a house?" said Pooh. "I mean, you're sure the house was
just here?"
"Of course I am," said Eeyore. And he murmured to himself, "No brain at all
some of them."
"Why, what's the matter, Pooh?" asked Christopher Robin.
"Well," said Pooh.... "The fact is," said Pooh.... "Well, the fact is," said
Pooh.... "You see," said Pooh.... "It's like this," said Pooh, and something

seemed to tell him that he wasn't explaining very well, and he nudged Piglet
again.
"It's like this," said Piglet quickly.... "Only warmer," he added after deep
thought.
"What's warmer?"
"The other side of the wood, where Eeyore's house is."
"My house?" said Eeyore. "My house was here."
"No," said Piglet firmly. "The other side of the wood."
"Because of being warmer," said Pooh.
"But I ought to know——"
"Come and look," said Piglet simply, and he led the way.
"There wouldn't be two houses," said Pooh. "Not so close together."
They came round the corner, and there was Eeyore's house, looking as
comfy as anything.

"There you are," said Piglet.
"Inside as well as outside," said Pooh proudly.
Eeyore went inside ... and came out again.
"It's a remarkable thing," he said. "It is my house, and I built it where I said I
did, so the wind must have blown it here. And the wind blew it right over the
wood, and blew it down here, and here it is as good as ever. In fact, better in
places."

"Much better," said Pooh and Piglet together.
"It just shows what can be done by taking a little trouble," said Eeyore. "Do
you see, Pooh? Do you see, Piglet? Brains first and then Hard Work. Look at
it! That's the way to build a house," said Eeyore proudly.

So they left him in it; and Christopher Robin went back to lunch with his
friends Pooh and Piglet, and on the way they told him of the Awful Mistake
they had made. And when he had finished laughing, they all sang the

Outdoor Song for Snowy Weather the rest of the way home, Piglet, who was
still not quite sure of his voice, putting in the tiddely-poms again.
"And I know it seems easy," said Piglet to himself, "but it isn't every one
who could do it."

CHAPTER II

IN WHICH Tigger Comes to the Forest and Has Breakfast
Winnie-the-pooh woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and listened.
Then he got out of bed, and lit his candle, and stumped across the room to
see if anybody was trying to get into his honey-cupboard, and they weren't,
so he stumped back again, blew out his candle, and got into bed. Then he
heard the noise again.
"Is that you, Piglet?" he said.
But it wasn't.
"Come in, Christopher Robin," he said.
But Christopher Robin didn't.
"Tell me about it tomorrow, Eeyore," said Pooh sleepily.
But the noise went on.
"Worraworraworraworraworra," said Whatever-it-was, and Pooh found that
he wasn't asleep after all.
"What can it be?" he thought. "There are lots of noises in the Forest, but this
is a different one. It isn't a growl, and it isn't a purr, and it isn't a bark, and it
isn't the noise-you-make-before-beginning-a-piece-of-poetry, but it's a noise
of some kind, made by a strange animal. And he's making it outside my door.
So I shall get up and ask him not to do it."
He got out of bed and opened his front door.

"Hallo!" said Pooh, in case there was anything outside.
"Hallo!" said Whatever-it-was.
"Oh!" said Pooh. "Hallo!"
"Hallo!"
"Oh, there you are!" said Pooh. "Hallo!"
"Hallo!" said the Strange Animal, wondering how long this was going on.
Pooh was just going to say "Hallo!" for the fourth time when he thought that
he wouldn't, so he said: "Who is it?" instead.
"Me," said a voice.
"Oh!" said Pooh. "Well, come here."
So Whatever-it-was came here, and in the light of the candle he and Pooh
looked at each other.
"I'm Pooh," said Pooh.

"I'm Tigger," said Tigger.
"Oh!" said Pooh, for he had never seen an animal like this before. "Does
Christopher Robin know about you?"
"Of course he does," said Tigger.
"Well," said Pooh, "it's the middle of the night, which is a good time for
going to sleep. And tomorrow morning we'll have some honey for breakfast.
Do Tiggers like honey?"
"They like everything," said Tigger cheerfully.
"Then if they like going to sleep on the floor, I'll go back to bed," said Pooh,
"and we'll do things in the morning. Good night." And he got back into bed
and went fast asleep.
When he awoke in the morning, the first thing he saw was Tigger, sitting in
front of the glass and looking at himself.

"Hallo!" said Pooh.
"Hallo!" said Tigger. "I've found somebody just like me. I thought I was the
only one of them."
Pooh got out of bed, and began to explain what a looking-glass was, but just
as he was getting to the interesting part, Tigger said:
"Excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table," and
with one loud Worraworraworraworraworra he jumped at the end of the
tablecloth, pulled it to the ground, wrapped himself up in it three times,
rolled to the other end of the room, and, after a terrible struggle, got his head
into the daylight again, and said cheerfully: "Have I won?"
"That's my tablecloth," said Pooh, as he began to unwind Tigger.
"I wondered what it was," said Tigger.
"It goes on the table and you put things on it."
"Then why did it try to bite me when I wasn't looking?"
"I don't think it did," said Pooh.
"It tried," said Tigger, "but I was too quick for it."

Pooh put the cloth back on the table, and he put a large honey-pot on the
cloth, and they sat down to breakfast. And as soon as they sat down, Tigger
took a large mouthful of honey ... and he looked up at the ceiling with his
head on one side, and made exploring noises with his tongue and
considering noises, and what-have-we-got-here noises ... and then he said in
a very decided voice:
"Tiggers don't like honey."
"Oh!" said Pooh, and tried to make it sound Sad and Regretful. "I thought
they liked everything."
"Everything except honey," said Tigger.

Pooh felt rather pleased about this, and said that, as soon as he had finished
his own breakfast, he would take Tigger round to Piglet's house, and Tigger
could try some of Piglet's haycorns.
"Thank you, Pooh," said Tigger, "because haycorns is really what Tiggers
like best."
So after breakfast they went round to see Piglet, and Pooh explained as they
went that Piglet was a Very Small Animal who didn't like bouncing, and
asked Tigger not to be too Bouncy just at first. And Tigger, who had been
hiding behind trees and jumping out on Pooh's shadow when it wasn't
looking, said that Tiggers were only bouncy before breakfast, and that as
soon as they had had a few haycorns they became Quiet and Refined. So by
and by they knocked at the door of Piglet's house.
"Hallo, Pooh," said Piglet.
"Hallo, Piglet. This is Tigger."
"Oh, is it?" said Piglet, and he edged round to the other side of the table. "I
thought Tiggers were smaller than that."
"Not the big ones," said Tigger.
"They like haycorns," said Pooh, "so that's what we've come for, because
poor Tigger hasn't had any breakfast yet."
Piglet pushed the bowl of haycorns towards Tigger, and said: "Help
yourself," and then he got close up to Pooh and felt much braver, and said,
"So you're Tigger? Well, well!" in a careless sort of voice. But Tigger said
nothing because his mouth was full of haycorns....
After a long munching noise he said:
"Ee-ers o i a-ors."
And when Pooh and Piglet said "What?" he said "Skoos ee," and went
outside for a moment.
When he came back he said firmly:
"Tiggers don't like haycorns."
"But you said they liked everything except honey," said Pooh.
"Everything except honey and haycorns," explained Tigger.

When he heard this Pooh said, "Oh, I see!" and Piglet, who was rather glad
that Tiggers didn't like haycorns, said, "What about thistles?"
"Thistles," said Tigger, "is what Tiggers like best."
"Then let's go along and see Eeyore," said Piglet.

So the three of them went; and after they had walked and walked and
walked, they came to the part of the Forest where Eeyore was.
"Hallo, Eeyore!" said Pooh. "This is Tigger."

"What is?" said Eeyore.
"This," explained Pooh and Piglet together, and Tigger smiled his happiest
smile and said nothing.
Eeyore walked all round Tigger one way, and then turned and walked all
round him the other way.
"What did you say it was?" he asked.
"Tigger."
"Ah!" said Eeyore.
"He's just come," explained Piglet.
"Ah!" said Eeyore again.
He thought for a long time and then said:
"When is he going?"
Pooh explained to Eeyore that Tigger was a great friend of Christopher
Robin's, who had come to stay in the Forest, and Piglet explained to Tigger
that he mustn't mind what Eeyore said because he was always gloomy; and
Eeyore explained to Piglet that, on the contrary, he was feeling particularly
cheerful this morning; and Tigger explained to anybody who was listening
that he hadn't had any breakfast yet.
"I knew there was something," said Pooh. "Tiggers always eat thistles, so
that was why we came to see you, Eeyore."
"Don't mention it, Pooh."
"Oh, Eeyore, I didn't mean that I didn't want to see you——"
"Quite—quite. But your new stripy friend—naturally, he wants his breakfast.
What did you say his name was?"
"Tigger."
"Then come this way, Tigger."
Eeyore led the way to the most thistly-looking patch of thistles that ever was,
and waved a hoof at it.
"A little patch I was keeping for my birthday," he said; "but, after all, what
are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow. Help yourself, Tigger."

Tigger thanked him and looked a little anxiously at Pooh.
"Are these really thistles?" he whispered.
"Yes," said Pooh.
"What Tiggers like best?"
"That's right," said Pooh.
"I see," said Tigger.
So he took a large mouthful, and he gave a large crunch.
"Ow!" said Tigger.
He sat down and put his paw in his mouth.

"What's the matter?" asked Pooh.
"Hot!" mumbled Tigger.
"Your friend," said Eeyore, "appears to have bitten on a bee."
Pooh's friend stopped shaking his head to get the prickles out, and explained
that Tiggers didn't like thistles.

"Then why bend a perfectly good one?" asked Eeyore.
"But you said," began Pooh—"you said that Tiggers liked everything except
honey and haycorns."
"And thistles," said Tigger, who was now running round in circles with his
tongue hanging out.
Pooh looked at him sadly.
"What are we going to do?" he asked Piglet.
Piglet knew the answer to that, and he said at once that they must go and see
Christopher Robin.
"You'll find him with Kanga," said Eeyore. He came close to Pooh, and said
in a loud whisper:
"Could you ask your friend to do his exercises somewhere else? I shall be
having lunch directly, and don't want it bounced on just before I begin. A
trifling matter, and fussy of me, but we all have our little ways."
Pooh nodded solemnly and called to Tigger.
"Come along and we'll go and see Kanga. She's sure to have lots of breakfast
for you."
Tigger finished his last circle and came up to Pooh and Piglet.
"Hot!" he explained with a large and friendly smile. "Come on!" and he
rushed off.
Pooh and Piglet walked slowly after him. And as they walked Piglet said
nothing, because he couldn't think of anything, and Pooh said nothing,
because he was thinking of a poem. And when he had thought of it he began:

What shall we do about poor little Tigger?
If he never eats nothing he'll never get bigger.
He doesn't like honey and haycorns and thistles
Because of the taste and because of the bristles.
And all the good things which an animal likes
Have the wrong sort of swallow or too many spikes.

"He's quite big enough anyhow," said Piglet.

"He isn't really very big."
"Well, he seems so."
Pooh was thoughtful when he heard this, and then he murmured to himself:

But whatever his weight in pounds, shillings, and ounces,
He always seems bigger because of his bounces.

"And that's the whole poem," he said. "Do you like it, Piglet?"
"All except the shillings," said Piglet. "I don't think they ought to be there."
"They wanted to come in after the pounds," explained Pooh, "so I let them. It
is the best way to write poetry, letting things come."
"Oh, I didn't know," said Piglet.

Tigger had been bouncing in front of them all this time, turning round every
now and then to ask, "Is this the way?"—and now at last they came in sight
of Kanga's house, and there was Christopher Robin. Tigger rushed up to him.

"Oh, there you are, Tigger!" said Christopher Robin. "I knew you'd be
somewhere."
"I've been finding things in the Forest," said Tigger importantly. "I've found
a pooh and a piglet and an eeyore, but I can't find any breakfast."
Pooh and Piglet came up and hugged Christopher Robin, and explained what
had been happening.
"Don't you know what Tiggers like?" asked Pooh.
"I expect if I thought very hard I should," said Christopher Robin, "but I
thought Tigger knew."

"I do," said Tigger. "Everything there is in the world except honey and
haycorns and—what were those hot things called?"
"Thistles."
"Yes, and those."
"Oh, well then, Kanga can give you some breakfast."
So they went into Kanga's house, and when Roo had said, "Hallo, Pooh,"
and "Hallo, Piglet" once, and "Hallo, Tigger" twice, because he had never
said it before and it sounded funny, they told Kanga what they wanted, and
Kanga said very kindly, "Well, look in my cupboard, Tigger dear, and see
what you'd like." Because she knew at once that, however big Tigger seemed
to be, he wanted as much kindness as Roo.
"Shall I look, too?" said Pooh, who was beginning to feel a little eleven
o'clockish. And he found a small tin of condensed milk, and something
seemed to tell him that Tiggers didn't like this, so he took it into a corner by
itself, and went with it to see that nobody interrupted it.

But the more Tigger put his nose into this and his paw into that, the more
things he found which Tiggers didn't like. And when he had found
everything in the cupboard, and couldn't eat any of it, he said to Kanga,
"What happens now?"
But Kanga and Christopher Robin and Piglet were all standing round Roo,
watching him have his Extract of Malt. And Roo was saying, "Must I?" and
Kanga was saying "Now, Roo dear, you remember what you promised."
"What is it?" whispered Tigger to Piglet.
"His Strengthening Medicine," said Piglet. "He hates it."

So Tigger came closer, and he leant over the back of Roo's chair, and
suddenly he put out his tongue, and took one large golollop, and, with a
sudden jump of surprise, Kanga said, "Oh!" and then clutched at the spoon
again just as it was disappearing, and pulled it safely back out of Tigger's
mouth. But the Extract of Malt had gone.

"Tigger dear!" said Kanga.
"He's taken my medicine, he's taken my medicine, he's taken my medicine!"
sang Roo happily, thinking it was a tremendous joke.
Then Tigger looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes, and his tongue
went round and round his chops, in case he had left any outside, and a
peaceful smile came over his face as he said, "So that's what Tiggers like!"

Which explains why he always lived at Kanga's house afterwards, and had
Extract of Malt for breakfast, dinner, and tea. And sometimes, when Kanga
thought he wanted strengthening, he had a spoonful or two of Roo's
breakfast after meals as medicine.

"But I think," said Piglet to Pooh, "that he's been strengthened quite
enough."

CHAPTER III

IN WHICH A Search Is Organdized, and Piglet Nearly Meets the Heffalump
Again
Pooh was sitting in his house one day, counting his pots of honey, when
there came a knock on the door.
"Fourteen," said Pooh. "Come in. Fourteen. Or was it fifteen? Bother. That's
muddled me."

"Hallo, Pooh," said Rabbit.
"Hallo, Rabbit. Fourteen, wasn't it?"

"What was?"
"My pots of honey what I was counting."
"Fourteen, that's right."
"Are you sure?"
"No," said Rabbit. "Does it matter?"
"I just like to know," said Pooh humbly. "So as I can say to myself: 'I've got
fourteen pots of honey left.' Or fifteen, as the case may be. It's sort of
comforting."
"Well, let's call it sixteen," said Rabbit. "What I came to say was: Have you
seen Small anywhere about?"
"I don't think so," said Pooh. And then, after thinking a little more, he said:
"Who is Small?"
"One of my friends-and-relations," said Rabbit carelessly.
This didn't help Pooh much, because Rabbit had so many friends-and-
relations, and of such different sorts and sizes, that he didn't know whether
he ought to be looking for Small at the top of an oak-tree or in the petal of a
buttercup.
"I haven't seen anybody today," said Pooh, "not so as to say 'Hallo, Small,'
to. Did you want him for anything?"
"I don't want him," said Rabbit. "But it's always useful to know where a
friend-and-relation is, whether you want him or whether you don't."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh. "Is he lost?"
"Well," said Rabbit, "nobody has seen him for a long time, so I suppose he
is. Anyhow," he went on importantly, "I promised Christopher Robin I'd
Organize a Search for him, so come on."
Pooh said good-bye affectionately to his fourteen pots of honey, and hoped
they were fifteen; and he and Rabbit went out into the Forest.
"Now," said Rabbit, "this is a Search, and I've Organized it——"
"Done what to it?" said Pooh.

"Organized it. Which means—well, it's what you do to a Search, when you
don't all look in the same place at once. So I want you, Pooh, to search by
the Six Pine Trees first, and then work your way towards Owl's House, and
look out for me there. Do you see?"

"No," said Pooh. "What——"
"Then I'll see you at Owl's House in about an hour's time."
"Is Piglet organdized too?"

"We all are," said Rabbit, and off he went.

As soon as Rabbit was out of sight, Pooh remembered that he had forgotten
to ask who Small was, and whether he was the sort of friend-and-relation
who settled on one's nose, or the sort who got trodden on by mistake, and as
it was Too Late Now, he thought he would begin the Hunt by looking for
Piglet, and asking him what they were looking for before he looked for it.
"And it's no good looking at the Six Pine Trees for Piglet," said Pooh to
himself, "because he's been organdized in a special place of his own. So I
shall have to look for the Special Place first. I wonder where it is." And he
wrote it down in his head like this:
ORDER OF LOOKING FOR THINGS

1. Special Place. (To find Piglet.)
2. Piglet. (To find who Small is.)
3. Small. (To find Small.)
4. Rabbit. (To tell him I've found Small.)
5. Small Again. (To tell him I've found Rabbit.)

"Which makes it look like a bothering sort of day," thought Pooh, as he
stumped along.
The next moment the day became very bothering indeed, because Pooh was
so busy not looking where he was going that he stepped on a piece of the
Forest which had been left out by mistake; and he only just had time to think
to himself: "I'm flying. What Owl does. I wonder how you stop——" when
he stopped.

Bump!
"Ow!" squeaked something.
"That's funny," thought Pooh. "I said 'Ow!' without really oo'ing."
"Help!" said a small, high voice.
"That's me again," thought Pooh. "I've had an Accident, and fallen down a
well, and my voice has gone all squeaky and works before I'm ready for it,
because I've done something to myself inside. Bother!"
"Help—help!"

"There you are! I say things when I'm not trying. So it must be a very bad
Accident." And then he thought that perhaps when he did try to say things he
wouldn't be able to; so, to make sure, he said loudly: "A Very Bad Accident
to Pooh Bear."
"Pooh!" squeaked the voice.
"It's Piglet!" cried Pooh eagerly. "Where are you?"
"Underneath," said Piglet in an underneath sort of way.
"Underneath what?"
"You," squeaked Piglet. "Get up!"

"Oh!" said Pooh, and scrambled up as quickly as he could. "Did I fall on
you, Piglet?"
"You fell on me," said Piglet, feeling himself all over.
"I didn't mean to," said Pooh sorrowfully.
"I didn't mean to be underneath," said Piglet sadly. "But I'm all right now,
Pooh, and I am so glad it was you."
"What's happened?" said Pooh. "Where are we?"
"I think we're in a sort of Pit. I was walking along, looking for somebody,
and then suddenly I wasn't any more, and just when I got up to see where I
was, something fell on me. And it was you."
"So it was," said Pooh.
"Yes," said Piglet. "Pooh," he went on nervously, and came a little closer,
"do you think we're in a Trap?"
Pooh hadn't thought about it at all, but now he nodded. For suddenly he
remembered how he and Piglet had once made a Pooh Trap for Heffalumps,
and he guessed what had happened. He and Piglet had fallen into a
Heffalump Trap for Poohs! That was what it was.
"What happens when the Heffalump comes?" asked Piglet tremblingly, when
he had heard the news.
"Perhaps he won't notice you, Piglet," said Pooh encouragingly, "because
you're a Very Small Animal."
"But he'll notice you, Pooh."
"He'll notice me, and I shall notice him," said Pooh, thinking it out. "We'll
notice each other for a long time, and then he'll say: 'Ho-ho!'"
Piglet shivered a little at the thought of that "Ho-ho!" and his ears began to
twitch.

"W-what will you say?" he asked.
Pooh tried to think of something he would say, but the more he thought, the
more he felt that there is no real answer to "Ho-ho!" said by a Heffalump in
the sort of voice this Heffalump was going to say it in.
"I shan't say anything," said Pooh at last. "I shall just hum to myself, as if I
was waiting for something."
"Then perhaps he'll say, 'Ho-ho!' again?" suggested Piglet anxiously.
"He will," said Pooh.
Piglet's ears twitched so quickly that he had to lean them against the side of
the Trap to keep them quiet.
"He will say it again," said Pooh, "and I shall go on humming. And that will
Upset him. Because when you say 'Ho-ho' twice, in a gloating sort of way,
and the other person only hums, you suddenly find, just as you begin to say
it the third time—that—well, you find——"
"What?"
"That it isn't," said Pooh.
"Isn't what?"

Pooh knew what he meant, but, being a Bear of Very Little Brain, couldn't
think of the words.
"Well, it just isn't," he said again.
"You mean it isn't ho-ho-ish any more?" said Piglet hopefully.
Pooh looked at him admiringly and said that that was what he meant—if you
went on humming all the time, because you couldn't go on saying "Ho-ho!"
for ever.
"But he'll say something else," said Piglet.
"That's just it. He'll say: 'What's all this?' And then I shall say—and this is a
very good idea, Piglet, which I've just thought of—I shall say: 'It's a trap for
a Heffalump which I've made, and I'm waiting for the Heffalump to fall in.'
And I shall go on humming. That will Unsettle him."
"Pooh!" cried Piglet, and now it was his turn to be the admiring one. "You've
saved us!"
"Have I?" said Pooh, not feeling quite sure.
But Piglet was quite sure; and his mind ran on, and he saw Pooh and the
Heffalump talking to each other, and he thought suddenly, and a little sadly,
that it would have been rather nice if it had been Piglet and the Heffalump
talking so grandly to each other, and not Pooh, much as he loved Pooh;
because he really had more brain than Pooh, and the conversation would go
better if he and not Pooh were doing one side of it, and it would be
comforting afterwards in the evenings to look back on the day when he
answered a Heffalump back as bravely as if the Heffalump wasn't there. It
seemed so easy now. He knew just what he would say:
Heffalump (gloatingly): "Ho-ho!"
Piglet (carelessly): "Tra-la-la, tra-la-la."
Heffalump (surprised, and not quite so sure of himself): "Ho-ho!"
Piglet (more carelessly still): "Tiddle-um-tum, tiddle-um-tum."
Heffalump (beginning to say Ho-ho and turning it awkwardly into a cough):
"H'r'm! What's all this?"

Piglet (surprised): "Hullo! This is a trap I've made, and I'm waiting for a
Heffalump to fall into it."
Heffalump (greatly disappointed): "Oh!" (After a long silence): "Are you
sure?"
Piglet: "Yes."
Heffalump: "Oh!" (nervously): "I—I thought it was a trap I'd made to catch
Piglets."
Piglet (surprised): "Oh, no!"
Heffalump: "Oh!" (Apologetically): "I—I must have got it wrong, then."
Piglet: "I'm afraid so." (Politely): "I'm sorry." (He goes on humming.)
Heffalump: "Well—well—I—well. I suppose I'd better be getting back?"
Piglet (looking up carelessly): "Must you? Well, if you see Christopher
Robin anywhere, you might tell him I want him."
Heffalump (eager to please): "Certainly! Certainly!" (He hurries off.)
Pooh (who wasn't going to be there, but we find we can't do without him):
"Oh, Piglet, how brave and clever you are!"
Piglet (modestly): "Not at all, Pooh." (And then, when Christopher Robin
comes, Pooh can tell him all about it.)
While Piglet was dreaming this happy dream, and Pooh was wondering
again whether it was fourteen or fifteen, the Search for Small was still going
on all over the Forest. Small's real name was Very Small Beetle, but he was
called Small for short, when he was spoken to at all, which hardly ever
happened except when somebody said: "Really, Small!" He had been staying
with Christopher Robin for a few seconds, and he started round a gorse-bush
for exercise, but instead of coming back the other way, as expected, he
hadn't, so nobody knew where he was.

"I expect he's just gone home," said Christopher Robin to Rabbit.
"Did he say Good-bye-and-thank-you-for-a-nice-time?" said Rabbit.
"He'd only just said how-do-you-do," said Christopher Robin.
"Ha!" said Rabbit. After thinking a little, he went on: "Has he written a letter
saying how much he enjoyed himself, and how sorry he was he had to go so
suddenly?"
Christopher Robin didn't think he had.
"Ha!" said Rabbit again, and looked very important. "This is Serious. He is
Lost. We must begin the Search at once."

Christopher Robin, who was thinking of something else, said: "Where's
Pooh?"—but Rabbit had gone. So he went into his house and drew a picture
of Pooh going on a long walk at about seven o'clock in the morning, and
then he climbed to the top of his tree and climbed down again, and then he
wondered what Pooh was doing, and went across the Forest to see.

It was not long before he came to the Gravel Pit, and he looked down, and
there were Pooh and Piglet, with their backs to him, dreaming happily.

"Ho-ho!" said Christopher Robin loudly and suddenly.
Piglet jumped six inches in the air with Surprise and Anxiety, but Pooh went
on dreaming.
"It's the Heffalump!" thought Piglet nervously. "Now, then!" He hummed in
his throat a little, so that none of the words should stick, and then, in the
most delightfully easy way, he said: "Tra-la-la, tra-la-la," as if he had just
thought of it. But he didn't look round, because if you look round and see a
Very Fierce Heffalump looking down at you, sometimes you forget what you
were going to say. "Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um," said Christopher Robin in a
voice like Pooh's. Because Pooh had once invented a song which went:

Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um.

So whenever Christopher Robin sings it, he always sings it in a Pooh-voice,
which seems to suit it better.
"He's said the wrong thing," thought Piglet anxiously. "He ought to have
said, 'Ho-ho!' again. Perhaps I had better say it for him." And, as fiercely as
he could, Piglet said: "Ho-ho!"
"How did you get there, Piglet?" said Christopher Robin in his ordinary
voice.
"This is Terrible," thought Piglet. "First he talks in Pooh's voice, and then he
talks in Christopher Robin's voice, and he's doing it so as to Unsettle me."
And being now Completely Unsettled, he said very quickly and squeakily:
"This is a trap for Poohs, and I'm waiting to fall in it, ho-ho, what's all this,
and then I say ho-ho again."
"What?" said Christopher Robin.
"A trap for ho-ho's," said Piglet huskily. "I've just made it, and I'm waiting
for the ho-ho to come-come."
How long Piglet would have gone on like this I don't know, but at that
moment Pooh woke up suddenly and decided that it was sixteen. So he got
up; and as he turned his head so as to soothe himself in that awkward place
in the middle of the back where something was tickling him, he saw
Christopher Robin.
"Hallo!" he shouted joyfully.
"Hallo, Pooh."
Piglet looked up, and looked away again. And he felt so Foolish and
Uncomfortable that he had almost decided to run away to Sea and be a
Sailor, when suddenly he saw something.
"Pooh!" he cried. "There's something climbing up your back."

"I thought there was," said Pooh.
"It's Small!" cried Piglet.
"Oh, that's who it is, is it?" said Pooh.
"Christopher Robin, I've found Small!" cried Piglet.
"Well done, Piglet," said Christopher Robin.
And at these encouraging words Piglet felt quite happy again, and decided
not to be a Sailor after all. So when Christopher Robin had helped them out
of the Gravel Pit, they all went off together hand-in-hand.
And two days later Rabbit happened to meet Eeyore in the Forest.

"Hallo, Eeyore," he said, "what are you looking for?"
"Small, of course," said Eeyore. "Haven't you any brain?"
"Oh, but didn't I tell you?" said Rabbit. "Small was found two days ago."
There was a moment's silence.
"Ha-ha," said Eeyore bitterly. "Merriment and what-not. Don't apologize. It's
just what would happen."

CHAPTER IV

IN WHICH It Is Shown That Tiggers Don't Climb Trees
One day when Pooh was thinking, he thought he would go and see Eeyore,
because he hadn't seen him since yesterday. And as he walked through the
heather, singing to himself, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Owl
since the day before yesterday, so he thought that he would just look in at the
Hundred Acre Wood on the way and see if Owl was at home.
Well, he went on singing, until he came to the part of the stream where the
stepping-stones were, and when he was in the middle of the third stone he
began to wonder how Kanga and Roo and Tigger were getting on, because
they all lived together in a different part of the Forest. And he thought, "I
haven't seen Roo for a long time, and if I don't see him today it will be a still
longer time." So he sat down on the stone in the middle of the stream, and
sang another verse of his song, while he wondered what to do.
The other verse of the song was like this:

I could spend a happy morning
Seeing Roo,
I could spend a happy morning
Being Pooh.
For it doesn't seem to matter,
If I don't get any fatter
(And I don't get any fatter),

What I do.

The sun was so delightfully warm, and the stone, which had been sitting in it
for a long time, was so warm, too, that Pooh had almost decided to go on
being Pooh in the middle of the stream for the rest of the morning, when he
remembered Rabbit.
"Rabbit," said Pooh to himself. "I like talking to Rabbit. He talks about
sensible things. He doesn't use long, difficult words, like Owl. He uses short,

easy words, like 'What about lunch?' and 'Help yourself, Pooh.' I suppose
really, I ought to go and see Rabbit."
Which made him think of another verse:

Oh, I like his way of talking,
Yes, I do.
It's the nicest way of talking
Just for two.
And a Help-yourself with Rabbit
Though it may become a habit,
Is a pleasant sort of habit
For a Pooh.

So when he had sung this, he got up off his stone, walked back across the
stream, and set off for Rabbit's house.
But he hadn't got far before he began to say to himself:
"Yes, but suppose Rabbit is out?"
"Or suppose I get stuck in his front door again, coming out, as I did once
when his front door wasn't big enough?"
"Because I know I'm not getting fatter, but his front door may be getting
thinner."
"So wouldn't it be better if——"
And all the time he was saying things like this he was going more and more
westerly, without thinking ... until suddenly he found himself at his own
front door again.
And it was eleven o'clock.
Which was Time-for-a-little-something....
Half an hour later he was doing what he had always really meant to do, he
was stumping off to Piglet's house. And as he walked, he wiped his mouth
with the back of his paw, and sang rather a fluffy song through the fur. It
went like this:

I could spend a happy morning
Seeing Piglet.
And I couldn't spend a happy morning
Not seeing Piglet.
And it doesn't seem to matter
If I don't see Owl and Eeyore
(or any of the others),
And I'm not going to see Owl or Eeyore
(or any of the others)
Or Christopher Robin.

Written down, like this, it doesn't seem a very good song, but coming
through pale fawn fluff at about half-past eleven on a very sunny morning, it
seemed to Pooh to be one of the best songs he had ever sung. So he went on
singing it.
Piglet was busy digging a small hole in the ground outside his house.

"Hallo, Piglet," said Pooh.

"Hallo, Pooh," said Piglet, giving a jump of surprise. "I knew it was you."
"So did I," said Pooh. "What are you doing?"
"I'm planting a haycorn, Pooh, so that it can grow up into an oak-tree, and
have lots of haycorns just outside the front door instead of having to walk
miles and miles, do you see, Pooh?"
"Supposing it doesn't?" said Pooh.
"It will, because Christopher Robin says it will, so that's why I'm planting
it."
"Well," said Pooh, "if I plant a honeycomb outside my house, then it will
grow up into a beehive."
Piglet wasn't quite sure about this.
"Or a piece of a honeycomb," said Pooh, "so as not to waste too much. Only
then I might only get a piece of a beehive, and it might be the wrong piece,
where the bees were buzzing and not hunnying. Bother."
Piglet agreed that that would be rather bothering.
"Besides, Pooh, it's a very difficult thing, planting unless you know how to
do it," he said; and he put the acorn in the hole he had made, and covered it
up with earth, and jumped on it.

"I do know," said Pooh, "because Christopher Robin gave me a
mastershalum seed, and I planted it, and I'm going to have mastershalums all
over the front door."
"I thought they were called nasturtiums," said Piglet timidly, as he went on
jumping.
"No," said Pooh. "Not these. These are called mastershalums."
When Piglet had finished jumping, he wiped his paws on his front, and said,
"What shall we do now?" and Pooh said, "Let's go and see Kanga and Roo
and Tigger," and Piglet said, "Y-yes. L-lets"—because he was still a little
anxious about Tigger, who was a Very Bouncy Animal, with a way of saying
How-do-you-do, which always left your ears full of sand, even after Kanga
had said, "Gently, Tigger dear," and had helped you up again. So they set off
for Kanga's house.

Now it happened that Kanga had felt rather motherly that morning, and
Wanting to Count Things—like Roo's vests, and how many pieces of soap
there were left, and the two clean spots in Tigger's feeder; so she had sent
them out with a packet of watercress sandwiches for Roo and a packet of
extract-of-malt sandwiches for Tigger, to have a nice long morning in the
Forest not getting into mischief. And off they had gone.

And as they went, Tigger told Roo (who wanted to know) all about the
things that Tiggers could do.
"Can they fly?" asked Roo.
"Yes," said Tigger, "they're very good flyers, Tiggers are. Stornry good
flyers."
"Oo!" said Roo. "Can they fly as well as Owl?"
"Yes," said Tigger. "Only they don't want to."
"Why don't they want to?"
"Well, they just don't like it, somehow."
Roo couldn't understand this, because he thought it would be lovely to be
able to fly, but Tigger said it was difficult to explain to anybody who wasn't
a Tigger himself.
"Well," said Roo, "can they jump as far as Kangas?"
"Yes," said Tigger. "When they want to."

"I love jumping," said Roo. "Let's see who can jump farthest, you or me."
"I can," said Tigger. "But we mustn't stop now, or we shall be late."
"Late for what?"
"For whatever we want to be in time for," said Tigger, hurrying on.
In a little while they came to the Six Pine Trees.
"I can swim," said Roo. "I fell into the river, and I swimmed. Can Tiggers
swim?"
"Of course they can. Tiggers can do everything."
"Can they climb trees better than Pooh?" asked Roo, stopping under the
tallest Pine Tree, and looking up at it.
"Climbing trees is what they do best," said Tigger. "Much better than
Poohs."
"Could they climb this one?"
"They're always climbing trees like that," said Tigger. "Up and down all
day."
"Oo, Tigger, are they really?"
"I'll show you," said Tigger bravely, "and you can sit on my back and watch
me." For of all the things which he had said Tiggers could do, the only one
he felt really certain about suddenly was climbing trees.
"Oo, Tigger, oo, Tigger, oo, Tigger!" squeaked Roo excitedly.
So he sat on Tigger's back and up they went.
And for the first ten feet Tigger said happily to himself, "Up we go!"
And for the next ten feet he said:
"I always said Tiggers could climb trees."
And for the next ten feet he said:
"Not that it's easy, mind you."
And for the next ten feet he said:
"Of course, there's the coming-down too. Backwards."

And then he said:
"Which will be difficult ...
"Unless one fell ...
"when it would be ...
"EASY."
And at the word "easy" the branch he was standing on broke suddenly, and
he just managed to clutch at the one above him as he felt himself going ...
and then slowly he got his chin over it ... and then one back paw ... and then
the other ... until at last he was sitting on it, breathing very quickly, and
wishing that he had gone in for swimming instead.
Roo climbed off, and sat down next to him.
"Oo, Tigger," he said excitedly, "are we at the top?"
"No," said Tigger.
"Are we going to the top?"
"No," said Tigger.
"Oh!" said Roo rather sadly. And then he went on hopefully: "That was a
lovely bit just now, when you pretended we were going to fall-bump-to-the-
bottom, and we didn't. Will you do that bit again?"
"NO," said Tigger.
Roo was silent for a little while, and then he said, "Shall we eat our
sandwiches, Tigger?" And Tigger said, "Yes, where are they?" And Roo said,
"At the bottom of the tree." And Tigger said, "I don't think we'd better eat
them just yet." So they didn't.

By and by Pooh and Piglet came along. Pooh was telling Piglet in a singing
voice that it didn't seem to matter, if he didn't get any fatter, and he didn't
think he was getting any fatter, what he did; and Piglet was wondering how
long it would be before his haycorn came up.

"Look, Pooh!" said Piglet suddenly. "There's something in one of the Pine
Trees."
"So there is!" said Pooh, looking up wonderingly. "There's an Animal."

Piglet took Pooh's arm, in case Pooh was frightened.
"Is it One of the Fiercer Animals?" he said, looking the other way.
Pooh nodded.
"It's a Jagular," he said.
"What do Jagulars do?" asked Piglet, hoping that they wouldn't.
"They hide in the branches of trees, and drop on you as you go underneath,"
said Pooh. "Christopher Robin told me."
"Perhaps we better hadn't go underneath, Pooh. In case he dropped and hurt
himself."

"They don't hurt themselves," said Pooh. "They're such very good droppers."
Piglet still felt that to be underneath a Very Good Dropper would be a
Mistake, and he was just going to hurry back for something which he had
forgotten when the Jagular called out to them.
"Help! Help!" it called.
"That's what Jagulars always do," said Pooh, much interested. "They call
'Help! Help!' and then when you look up, they drop on you."
"I'm looking down," cried Piglet loudly, so as the Jagular shouldn't do the
wrong thing by accident.
Something very excited next to the Jagular heard him, and squeaked:
"Pooh and Piglet! Pooh and Piglet!"
All of a sudden Piglet felt that it was a much nicer day than he had thought it
was. All warm and sunny——
"Pooh!" he cried. "I believe it's Tigger and Roo!"
"So it is," said Pooh. "I thought it was a Jagular and another Jagular."
"Hallo, Roo!" called Piglet. "What are you doing?"
"We can't get down, we can't get down!" cried Roo. "Isn't it fun? Pooh, isn't
it fun, Tigger and I are living in a tree, like Owl, and we're going to stay here
for ever and ever. I can see Piglet's house. Piglet, I can see your house from
here. Aren't we high? Is Owl's house as high up as this?"

"How did you get there, Roo?" asked Piglet.
"On Tigger's back! And Tiggers can't climb downwards, because their tails
get in the way, only upwards, and Tigger forgot about that when we started,
and he's only just remembered. So we've got to stay here for ever and ever—
unless we go higher. What did you say, Tigger? Oh, Tigger says if we go
higher we shan't be able to see Piglet's house so well, so we're going to stop
here."
"Piglet," said Pooh solemnly, when he had heard all this, "what shall we
do?" And he began to eat Tigger's sandwiches.
"Are they stuck?" asked Piglet anxiously.
Pooh nodded.
"Couldn't you climb up to them?"
"I might, Piglet, and I might bring Roo down on my back, but I couldn't
bring Tigger down. So we must think of something else." And in a
thoughtful way he began to eat Roo's sandwiches, too.

Whether he would have thought of anything before he had finished the last
sandwich, I don't know, but he had just got to the last but one when there
was a crackling in the bracken, and Christopher Robin and Eeyore came
strolling along together.
"I shouldn't be surprised if it hailed a good deal tomorrow," Eeyore was
saying. "Blizzards and what-not. Being fine today doesn't Mean Anything. It
has no sig—what's that word? Well, it has none of that. It's just a small piece
of weather."
"There's Pooh!" said Christopher Robin, who didn't much mind what it did
tomorrow, as long as he was out in it. "Hallo, Pooh!"
"It's Christopher Robin!" said Piglet. "He'll know what to do."
They hurried up to him.
"Oh, Christopher Robin," began Pooh.
"And Eeyore," said Eeyore.
"Tigger and Roo are right up the Six Pine Trees, and they can't get down,
and——"
"And I was just saying," put in Piglet, "that if only Christopher Robin——"
"And Eeyore——"
"If only you were here, then we could think of something to do."
Christopher Robin looked up at Tigger and Roo, and tried to think of
something.
"I thought," said Piglet earnestly, "that if Eeyore stood at the bottom of the
tree, and if Pooh stood on Eeyore's back, and if I stood on Pooh's shoulders
——"
"And if Eeyore's back snapped suddenly, then we could all laugh. Ha ha!
Amusing in a quiet way," said Eeyore, "but not really helpful."
"Well," said Piglet meekly, "I thought——"
"Would it break your back, Eeyore?" asked Pooh, very much surprised.
"That's what would be so interesting, Pooh. Not being quite sure till
afterwards."

Pooh said "Oh!" and they all began to think again.
"I've got an idea!" cried Christopher Robin suddenly.
"Listen to this, Piglet," said Eeyore, "and then you'll know what we're trying
to do."
"I'll take off my tunic and we'll each hold a corner, and then Roo and Tigger
can jump into it, and it will be all soft and bouncy for them, and they won't
hurt themselves."
"Getting Tigger down," said Eeyore, "and Not hurting anybody. Keep those
two ideas in your head, Piglet, and you'll be all right."
But Piglet wasn't listening, he was so agog at the thought of seeing
Christopher Robin's blue braces again. He had only seen them once before,
when he was much younger, and, being a little over-excited by them, had
had to go to bed half an hour earlier than usual; and he had always wondered
since if they were really as blue and as bracing as he had thought them. So
when Christopher Robin took his tunic off, and they were, he felt quite
friendly to Eeyore again, and held the corner of the tunic next to him and
smiled happily at him. And Eeyore whispered back: "I'm not saying there
won't be an Accident now, mind you. They're funny things, Accidents. You
never have them till you're having them."
When Roo understood what he had to do, he was wildly excited, and cried
out: "Tigger, Tigger, we're going to jump! Look at me jumping, Tigger! Like
flying, my jumping will be. Can Tiggers do it?" And he squeaked out: "I'm
coming, Christopher Robin!" and he jumped—straight into the middle of the
tunic. And he was going so fast that he bounced up again almost as high as
where he was before—and went on bouncing and saying, "Oo!" for quite a
long time—and then at last he stopped and said, "Oo, lovely!" And they put
him on the ground.
"Come on, Tigger," he called out. "It's easy."
But Tigger was holding on to the branch and saying to himself: "It's all very
well for Jumping Animals like Kangas, but it's quite different for Swimming
Animals like Tiggers." And he thought of himself floating on his back down
a river, or striking out from one island to another, and he felt that that was
really the life for a Tigger.
"Come along," called Christopher Robin. "You'll be all right."

"Just wait a moment," said Tigger nervously. "Small piece of bark in my
eye." And he moved slowly along his branch.
"Come on, it's easy!" squeaked Roo. And suddenly Tigger found how easy it
was.

"Ow!" he shouted as the tree flew past him.
"Look out!" cried Christopher Robin to the others.

There was a crash, and a tearing noise, and a confused heap of everybody on
the ground.
Christopher Robin and Pooh and Piglet picked themselves up first, and then
they picked Tigger up, and underneath everybody else was Eeyore.
"Oh, Eeyore!" cried Christopher Robin. "Are you hurt?" And he felt him
rather anxiously, and dusted him and helped him to stand up again.
Eeyore said nothing for a long time. And then he said: "Is Tigger there?"
Tigger was there, feeling Bouncy again already.
"Yes," said Christopher Robin. "Tigger's here."
"Well, just thank him for me," said Eeyore.

CHAPTER V

IN WHICH Rabbit Has a Busy Day, and We Learn What Christopher Robin
Does in the Mornings
It was going to be one of Rabbit's busy days. As soon as he woke up he felt
important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for
Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing
What Everybody Else Thought About It. It was a perfect morning for
hurrying round to Pooh, and saying, "Very well, then, I'll tell Piglet," and
then going to Piglet, and saying, "Pooh thinks—but perhaps I'd better see
Owl first." It was a Captainish sort of day, when everybody said, "Yes,
Rabbit" and "No, Rabbit," and waited until he had told them.
He came out of his house and sniffed the warm spring morning as he
wondered what he would do. Kanga's house was nearest, and at Kanga's
house was Roo, who said "Yes, Rabbit" and "No, Rabbit" almost better than
anybody else in the Forest; but there was another animal there nowadays, the
strange and Bouncy Tigger; and he was the sort of Tigger who was always in
front when you were showing him the way anywhere, and was generally out
of sight when at last you came to the place and said proudly "Here we are!"

"No, not Kanga's," said Rabbit thoughtfully to himself, as he curled his
whiskers in the sun; and, to make quite sure that he wasn't going there, he
turned to the left and trotted off in the other direction, which was the way to
Christopher Robin's house.

"After all," said Rabbit to himself, "Christopher Robin depends on Me. He's
fond of Pooh and Piglet and Eeyore, and so am I, but they haven't any Brain.
Not to notice. And he respects Owl, because you can't help respecting
anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but
spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply

doesn't count. And Kanga is too busy looking after Roo, and Roo is too
young and Tigger is too bouncy to be any help, so there's really nobody but
Me, when you come to look at it. I'll go and see if there's anything he wants
doing, and then I'll do it for him. It's just the day for doing things."
He trotted along happily, and by-and-by he crossed the stream and came to
the place where his friends-and-relations lived. There seemed to be even
more of them about than usual this morning, and having nodded to a
hedgehog or two, with whom he was too busy to shake hands, and having
said, "Good morning, good morning," importantly to some of the others, and
"Ah, there you are," kindly, to the smaller ones, he waved a paw at them
over his shoulder, and was gone; leaving such an air of excitement and I-
don't-know-what behind him, that several members of the Beetle family,
including Henry Rush, made their way at once to the Hundred Acre Wood
and began climbing trees, in the hope of getting to the top before it
happened, whatever it was, so that they might see it properly.
Rabbit hurried on by the edge of the Hundred Acre Wood, feeling more
important every minute, and soon he came to the tree where Christopher
Robin lived. He knocked at the door, and he called out once or twice, and
then he walked back a little way and put his paw up to keep the sun out, and
called to the top of the tree, and then he turned all round and shouted
"Hallo!" and "I say!" "It's Rabbit!"—but nothing happened. Then he stopped
and listened, and everything stopped and listened with him, and the Forest
was very lone and still and peaceful in the sunshine, until suddenly a
hundred miles above him a lark began to sing.
"Bother!" said Rabbit. "He's gone out."
He went back to the green front door, just to make sure, and he was turning
away, feeling that his morning had got all spoilt, when he saw a piece of
paper on the ground. And there was a pin in it, as if it had fallen off the door.
"Ha!" said Rabbit, feeling quite happy again. "Another notice!"

This is what it said:
GON OUT
BACKSON
BISY
BACKSON.
C. R.
"Ha!" said Rabbit again. "I must tell the others." And he hurried off
importantly.
The nearest house was Owl's, and to Owl's House in the Hundred Acre Wood
he made his way. He came to Owl's door, and he knocked and he rang, and

he rang and he knocked, and at last Owl's head came out and said "Go away,
I'm thinking—oh it's you?" which was how he always began.
"Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If
there is any thinking to be done in this Forest—and when I say thinking I
mean thinking—you and I must do it."
"Yes," said Owl. "I was."
"Read that."
Owl took Christopher Robin's notice from Rabbit and looked at it nervously.
He could spell his own name WOL, and he could spell Tuesday so that you
knew it wasn't Wednesday, and he could read quite comfortably when you
weren't looking over his shoulder and saying "Well?" all the time, and he
could——

"Well?" said Rabbit.
"Yes," said Owl, looking Wise and Thoughtful. "I see what you mean.
Undoubtedly."
"Well?"
"Exactly," said Owl. "Precisely." And he added, after a little thought, "If you
had not come to me, I should have come to you."
"Why?" asked Rabbit.
"For that very reason," said Owl, hoping that something helpful would
happen soon.

"Yesterday morning," said Rabbit solemnly, "I went to see Christopher
Robin. He was out. Pinned on his door was a notice."
"The same notice?"
"A different one. But the meaning was the same. It's very odd."
"Amazing," said Owl, looking at the notice again, and getting, just for a
moment, a curious sort of feeling that something had happened to
Christopher Robin's back. "What did you do?"

"Nothing."
"The best thing," said Owl wisely.
"Well?" said Rabbit again, as Owl knew he was going to.
"Exactly," said Owl.
For a little while he couldn't think of anything more; and then, all of a
sudden, he had an idea.
"Tell me, Rabbit," he said, "the exact words of the first notice. This is very
important. Everything depends on this. The exact words of the first notice."
"It was just the same as that one really."
Owl looked at him, and wondered whether to push him off the tree; but,
feeling that he could always do it afterwards, he tried once more to find out
what they were talking about.
"The exact words, please," he said, as if Rabbit hadn't spoken.
"It just said, 'Gon out. Backson.' Same as this, only this says 'Bisy Backson'
too."
Owl gave a great sigh of relief.
"Ah!" said Owl. "Now we know where we are."
"Yes, but where's Christopher Robin?" said Rabbit. "That's the point."
Owl looked at the notice again. To one of his education the reading of it was
easy. "Gone out, Backson. Bisy, Backson"—just the sort of thing you'd
expect to see on a notice.
"It is quite clear what has happened, my dear Rabbit," he said. "Christopher
Robin has gone out somewhere with Backson. He and Backson are busy
together. Have you seen a Backson anywhere about in the Forest lately?"
"I don't know," said Rabbit. "That's what I came to ask you. What are they
like?"
"Well," said Owl, "the Spotted or Herbaceous Backson is just a——"
"At least," he said, "it's really more of a——"
"Of course," he said, "it depends on the——"

"Well," said Owl, "the fact is," he said, "I don't know what they're like," said
Owl frankly.
"Thank you," said Rabbit. And he hurried off to see Pooh.
Before he had gone very far he heard a noise. So he stopped and listened.
This was the noise.

NOISE, BY POOH

Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.

And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.

Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming,
Will be fun.

And the cows are almost cooing,
And the turtle-doves are mooing,
Which is why a Pooh is poohing
In the sun.

For the spring is really springing;
You can see a skylark singing,
And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
Can be heard.

And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
But he's cucking and he's ooing,
And a Pooh is simply poohing
Like a bird.

"Hallo, Pooh," said Rabbit.
"Hallo, Rabbit," said Pooh dreamily.
"Did you make that song up?"
"Well, I sort of made it up," said Pooh. "It isn't Brain," he went on humbly,
"because You Know Why, Rabbit; but it comes to me sometimes."
"Ah!" said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and
fetched them. "Well, the point is, have you seen a Spotted or Herbaceous
Backson in the Forest, at all?"
"No," said Pooh. "Not a—no," said Pooh. "I saw Tigger just now."
"That's no good."
"No," said Pooh. "I thought it wasn't."
"Have you seen Piglet?"
"Yes," said Pooh. "I suppose that isn't any good either?" he asked meekly.
"Well, it depends if he saw anything."
"He saw me," said Pooh.
Rabbit sat down on the ground next to Pooh and, feeling much less
important like that, stood up again.

"What it all comes to is this," he said. "What does Christopher Robin do in
the morning nowadays?"
"What sort of thing?"
"Well, can you tell me anything you've seen him do in the morning? These
last few days."

"Yes," said Pooh. "We had breakfast together yesterday. By the Pine Trees.
I'd made up a little basket, just a little, fair-sized basket, an ordinary biggish
sort of basket, full of——"

"Yes, yes," said Rabbit, "but I mean later than that. Have you seen him
between eleven and twelve?"

"Well," said Pooh, "at eleven o'clock—at eleven o'clock—well, at eleven
o'clock, you see, I generally get home about then. Because I have One or
Two Things to Do."
"Quarter past eleven, then?"
"Well——" said Pooh.
"Half past."
"Yes," said Pooh. "At half past—or perhaps later—I might see him."
And now that he did think of it, he began to remember that he hadn't seen
Christopher Robin about so much lately. Not in the mornings. Afternoons,

yes; evenings, yes; before breakfast, yes; just after breakfast, yes. And then,
perhaps, "See you again, Pooh," and off he'd go.
"That's just it," said Rabbit, "Where?"
"Perhaps he's looking for something."
"What?" asked Rabbit.
"That's just what I was going to say," said Pooh. And then he added,
"Perhaps he's looking for a—for a——"
"A Spotted or Herbaceous Backson?"
"Yes," said Pooh. "One of those. In case it isn't."
Rabbit looked at him severely.
"I don't think you're helping," he said.
"No," said Pooh. "I do try," he added humbly.
Rabbit thanked him for trying, and said that he would now go and see
Eeyore, and Pooh could walk with him if he liked. But Pooh, who felt
another verse of his song coming on him, said he would wait for Piglet,
good-bye, Rabbit; so Rabbit went off.

But, as it happened, it was Rabbit who saw Piglet first. Piglet had got up
early that morning to pick himself a bunch of violets; and when he had
picked them and put them in a pot in the middle of his house, it suddenly
came over him that nobody had ever picked Eeyore a bunch of violets, and
the more he thought of this, the more he thought how sad it was to be an
Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him. So he hurried
out again, saying to himself, "Eeyore, Violets," and then "Violets, Eeyore,"
in case he forgot, because it was that sort of day, and he picked a large bunch
and trotted along, smelling them, and feeling very happy, until he came to
the place where Eeyore was.
"Oh, Eeyore," began Piglet a little nervously, because Eeyore was busy.
Eeyore put out a paw and waved him away.
"Tomorrow," said Eeyore. "Or the next day."
Piglet came a little closer to see what it was. Eeyore had three sticks on the
ground, and was looking at them. Two of the sticks were touching at one
end, but not at the other, and the third stick was laid across them. Piglet
thought that perhaps it was a Trap of some kind.

"Oh, Eeyore," he began again, "just——"
"Is that little Piglet?" said Eeyore, still looking hard at his sticks.
"Yes, Eeyore, and I——"
"Do you know what this is?"
"No," said Piglet.
"It's an A."
"Oh," said Piglet.
"Not O, A," said Eeyore severely. "Can't you hear, or do you think you have
more education than Christopher Robin?"
"Yes," said Piglet. "No," said Piglet very quickly. And he came closer still.
"Christopher Robin said it was an A, and an A it is—until somebody treads
on me," Eeyore added sternly.
Piglet jumped backwards hurriedly, and smelt at his violets.
"Do you know what A means, little Piglet?"

"No, Eeyore, I don't."
"It means Learning, it means Education, it means all the things that you and
Pooh haven't got. That's what A means."
"Oh," said Piglet again. "I mean, does it?" he explained quickly.
"I'm telling you. People come and go in this Forest, and they say, 'It's only
Eeyore, so it doesn't count.' They walk to and fro saying 'Ha ha!' But do they
know anything about A? They don't. It's just three sticks to them. But to the
Educated—mark this, little Piglet—to the Educated, not meaning Poohs and
Piglets, it's a great and glorious A. Not," he added, "just something that
anybody can come and breathe on."
Piglet stepped back nervously, and looked round for help.
"Here's Rabbit," he said gladly. "Hallo, Rabbit."
Rabbit came up importantly, nodded to Piglet, and said, "Ah, Eeyore," in the
voice of one who would be saying "Good-bye" in about two more minutes.
"There's just one thing I wanted to ask you, Eeyore. What happens to
Christopher Robin in the mornings nowadays?"
"What's this that I'm looking at?" said Eeyore, still looking at it.

"Three sticks," said Rabbit promptly.
"You see?" said Eeyore to Piglet. He turned to Rabbit. "I will now answer
your question," he said solemnly.
"Thank you," said Rabbit.
"What does Christopher Robin do in the mornings? He learns. He becomes
Educated. He instigorates—I think that is the word he mentioned, but I may
be referring to something else—he instigorates Knowledge. In my small way
I also, if I have the word right, am—am doing what he does. That, for
instance, is——"
"An A," said Rabbit, "but not a very good one. Well, I must get back and tell
the others."

Eeyore looked at his sticks and then he looked at Piglet.
"What did Rabbit say it was?" he asked.
"An A," said Piglet.
"Did you tell him?"
"No, Eeyore, I didn't. I expect he just knew."
"He knew? You mean this A thing is a thing Rabbit knew?"
"Yes, Eeyore. He's clever, Rabbit is."
"Clever!" said Eeyore scornfully, putting a foot heavily on his three sticks.
"Education!" said Eeyore bitterly, jumping on his six sticks. "What is
Learning?" asked Eeyore as he kicked his twelve sticks into the air. "A thing
Rabbit knows! Ha!"
"I think——" began Piglet nervously.
"Don't," said Eeyore.
"I think Violets are rather nice," said Piglet. And he laid his bunch in front of
Eeyore and scampered off.
Next morning the notice on Christopher Robin's door said:

GONE OUT
BACK SOON
C. R.
Which is why all the animals in the Forest—except, of course, the Spotted
and Herbaceous Backson—now know what Christopher Robin does in the
mornings.

CHAPTER VI

IN WHICH Pooh Invents a New Game and Eeyore Joins In
By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so
that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and

sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly.
For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry.
We shall get there some day." But all the little streams higher up in the
Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out
before it was too late.
There was a broad track, almost as broad as a road, leading from the Outland
to the Forest, but before it could come to the Forest, it had to cross this river.
So, where it crossed, there was a wooden bridge, almost as broad as a road,
with wooden rails on each side of it. Christopher Robin could just get his
chin to the top rail, if he wanted to, but it was more fun to stand on the
bottom rail, so that he could lean right over, and watch the river slipping
slowly away beneath him. Pooh could get his chin on to the bottom rail if he
wanted to, but it was more fun to lie down and get his head under it, and
watch the river slipping slowly away beneath him. And this was the only
way in which Piglet and Roo could watch the river at all, because they were
too small to reach the bottom rail. So they would lie down and watch it ...
and it slipped away very slowly, being in no hurry to get there.

One day, when Pooh was walking towards this bridge, he was trying to make
up a piece of poetry about fir-cones, because there they were, lying about on
each side of him, and he felt singy. So he picked a fir-cone up, and looked at
it, and said to himself, "This is a very good fir-cone, and something ought to
rhyme to it." But he couldn't think of anything. And then this came into his
head suddenly:

Here is a myst'ry
About a little fir-tree.
Owl says it's his tree,
And Kanga says it's her tree.

"Which doesn't make sense," said Pooh, "because Kanga doesn't live in a
tree."
He had just come to the bridge; and not looking where he was going, he
tripped over something, and the fir-cone jerked out of his paw into the river.
"Bother," said Pooh, as it floated slowly under the bridge, and he went back
to get another fir-cone which had a rhyme to it. But then he thought that he
would just look at the river instead, because it was a peaceful sort of day, so
he lay down and looked at it, and it slipped slowly away beneath him ... and
suddenly, there was his fir-cone slipping away too.
"That's funny," said Pooh. "I dropped it on the other side," said Pooh, "and it
came out on this side! I wonder if it would do it again?" And he went back
for some more fir-cones.
It did. It kept on doing it. Then he dropped two in at once, and leant over the
bridge to see which of them would come out first; and one of them did; but
as they were both the same size, he didn't know if it was the one which he
wanted to win, or the other one. So the next time he dropped one big one and
one little one, and the big one came out first, which was what he had said it
would do, and the little one came out last, which was what he had said it
would do, so he had won twice ... and when he went home for tea, he had
won thirty-six and lost twenty-eight, which meant that he was—that he had
—well, you take twenty-eight from thirty-six, and that's what he was.
Instead of the other way round.

And that was the beginning of the game called Poohsticks, which Pooh
invented, and which he and his friends used to play on the edge of the
Forest. But they played with sticks instead of fir-cones, because they were
easier to mark.
Now one day Pooh and Piglet and Rabbit and Roo were all playing
Poohsticks together. They had dropped their sticks in when Rabbit said
"Go!" and then they had hurried across to the other side of the bridge, and
now they were all leaning over the edge, waiting to see whose stick would
come out first. But it was a long time coming, because the river was very
lazy that day, and hardly seemed to mind if it didn't ever get there at all.
"I can see mine!" cried Roo. "No, I can't, it's something else. Can you see
yours, Piglet? I thought I could see mine, but I couldn't. There it is! No, it
isn't. Can you see yours, Pooh?"
"No," said Pooh.
"I expect my stick's stuck," said Roo. "Rabbit, my stick's stuck. Is your stick
stuck, Piglet?"
"They always take longer than you think," said Rabbit.
"How long do you think they'll take?" asked Roo.
"I can see yours, Piglet," said Pooh suddenly.
"Mine's a sort of greyish one," said Piglet, not daring to lean too far over in
case he fell in.
"Yes, that's what I can see. It's coming over on to my side."

Rabbit leant over further than ever, looking for his, and Roo wriggled up and
down, calling out "Come on, stick! Stick, stick, stick!" and Piglet got very
excited because his was the only one which had been seen, and that meant
that he was winning.
"It's coming!" said Pooh.
"Are you sure it's mine?" squeaked Piglet excitedly.
"Yes, because it's grey. A big grey one. Here it comes! A very—big—grey
——Oh, no, it isn't, it's Eeyore."
And out floated Eeyore.

"Eeyore!" cried everybody.
Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore
from beneath the bridge.
"It's Eeyore!" cried Roo, terribly excited.
"Is that so?" said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning
slowly round three times. "I wondered."
"I didn't know you were playing," said Roo.
"I'm not," said Eeyore.
"Eeyore, what are you doing there?" said Rabbit.
"I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong.
Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for

somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll
always get the answer."
"But, Eeyore," said Pooh in distress, "what can we—I mean, how shall we—
do you think if we——"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "One of those would be just the thing. Thank you,
Pooh."
"He's going round and round," said Roo, much impressed.
"And why not?" said Eeyore coldly.
"I can swim too," said Roo proudly.
"Not round and round," said Eeyore. "It's much more difficult. I didn't want
to come swimming at all today," he went on, revolving slowly. "But if, when
in, I decide to practise a slight circular movement from right to left—or
perhaps I should say," he added, as he got into another eddy, "from left to
right, just as it happens to occur to me, it is nobody's business but my own."
There was a moment's silence while everybody thought.
"I've got a sort of idea," said Pooh at last, "but I don't suppose it's a very
good one."
"I don't suppose it is either," said Eeyore.
"Go on, Pooh," said Rabbit. "Let's have it."
"Well, if we all threw stones and things into the river on one side of Eeyore,
the stones would make waves, and the waves would wash him to the other
side."
"That's a very good idea," said Rabbit, and Pooh looked happy again.
"Very," said Eeyore. "When I want to be washed, Pooh, I'll let you know."
"Supposing we hit him by mistake?" said Piglet anxiously.
"Or supposing you missed him by mistake," said Eeyore. "Think of all the
possibilities, Piglet, before you settle down to enjoy yourselves."
But Pooh had got the biggest stone he could carry, and was leaning over the
bridge, holding it in his paws.

"I'm not throwing it, I'm dropping it, Eeyore," he explained. "And then I
can't miss—I mean I can't hit you. Could you stop turning round for a
moment, because it muddles me rather?"
"No," said Eeyore. "I like turning round."
Rabbit began to feel that it was time he took command.
"Now, Pooh," he said, "when I say 'Now!' you can drop it. Eeyore, when I
say 'Now!' Pooh will drop his stone."
"Thank you very much, Rabbit, but I expect I shall know."
"Are you ready, Pooh? Piglet, give Pooh a little more room. Get back a bit
there, Roo. Are you ready?"

"No," said Eeyore.
"Now!" said Rabbit.
Pooh dropped his stone. There was a loud splash, and Eeyore disappeared....

It was an anxious moment for the watchers on the bridge. They looked and
looked ... and even the sight of Piglet's stick coming out a little in front of
Rabbit's didn't cheer them up as much as you would have expected. And
then, just as Pooh was beginning to think that he must have chosen the
wrong stone or the wrong river or the wrong day for his Idea, something
grey showed for a moment by the river bank ... and it got slowly bigger and
bigger ... and at last it was Eeyore coming out.
With a shout they rushed off the bridge, and pushed and pulled at him; and
soon he was standing among them again on dry land.

"Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!" said Piglet, feeling him.
Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what
happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.
"Well done, Pooh," said Rabbit kindly. "That was a good idea of ours."
"What was?" asked Eeyore.
"Hooshing you to the bank like that."
"Hooshing me?" said Eeyore in surprise. "Hooshing me? You didn't think I
was hooshed, did you? I dived. Pooh dropped a large stone on me, and so as
not to be struck heavily on the chest, I dived and swam to the bank."
"You didn't really," whispered Piglet to Pooh, so as to comfort him.
"I didn't think I did," said Pooh anxiously.
"It's just Eeyore," said Piglet. "I thought your Idea was a very good Idea."
Pooh began to feel a little more comfortable, because when you are a Bear of
Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing
which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out

into the open and has other people looking at it. And, anyhow, Eeyore was in
the river, and now he wasn't, so he hadn't done any harm.
"How did you fall in, Eeyore?" asked Rabbit, as he dried him with Piglet's
handkerchief.
"I didn't," said Eeyore.
"But how——"
"I was BOUNCED," said Eeyore.
"Oo," said Roo excitedly, "did somebody push you?"
"Somebody BOUNCED me. I was just thinking by the side of the river—
thinking, if any of you know what that means, when I received a loud
BOUNCE."
"Oh, Eeyore!" said everybody.
"Are you sure you didn't slip?" asked Rabbit wisely.
"Of course I slipped. If you're standing on the slippery bank of a river, and
somebody BOUNCES you loudly from behind, you slip. What did you think
I did?"
"But who did it?" asked Roo.
Eeyore didn't answer.
"I expect it was Tigger," said Piglet nervously.

"But, Eeyore," said Pooh, "was it a Joke, or an Accident? I mean——"
"I didn't stop to ask, Pooh. Even at the very bottom of the river I didn't stop
to say to myself, 'Is this a Hearty Joke, or is it the Merest Accident?' I just
floated to the surface, and said to myself, 'It's wet.' If you know what I
mean."
"And where was Tigger?" asked Rabbit.
Before Eeyore could answer, there was a loud noise behind them, and
through the hedge came Tigger himself.
"Hallo, everybody," said Tigger cheerfully.
"Hallo, Tigger," said Roo.
Rabbit became very important suddenly.
"Tigger," he said solemnly, "what happened just now?"
"Just when?" said Tigger a little uncomfortably.
"When you bounced Eeyore into the river."
"I didn't bounce him."

"You bounced me," said Eeyore gruffly.
"I didn't really. I had a cough, and I happened to be behind Eeyore, and I said
'Grrrr—oppp—ptschschschz.'"
"Why?" said Rabbit, helping Piglet up, and dusting him. "It's all right,
Piglet."
"It took me by surprise," said Piglet nervously.
"That's what I call bouncing," said Eeyore. "Taking people by surprise. Very
unpleasant habit. I don't mind Tigger being in the Forest," he went on,
"because it's a large Forest, and there's plenty of room to bounce in it. But I
don't see why he should come into my little corner of it, and bounce there. It
isn't as if there was anything very wonderful about my little corner. Of
course for people who like cold, wet, ugly bits it is something rather special,
but otherwise it's just a corner, and if anybody feels bouncy——"
"I didn't bounce, I coughed," said Tigger crossly.
"Bouncy or coffy, it's all the same at the bottom of the river."
"Well," said Rabbit, "all I can say is—well, here's Christopher Robin, so he
can say it."
Christopher Robin came down from the Forest to the bridge, feeling all
sunny and careless, and just as if twice nineteen didn't matter a bit, as it
didn't on such a happy afternoon, and he thought that if he stood on the
bottom rail of the bridge, and leant over, and watched the river slipping
slowly away beneath him, then he would suddenly know everything that
there was to be known, and he would be able to tell Pooh, who wasn't quite
sure about some of it. But when he got to the bridge and saw all the animals
there, then he knew that it wasn't that kind of afternoon, but the other kind,
when you wanted to do something.

"It's like this, Christopher Robin," began Rabbit. "Tigger——"
"No, I didn't," said Tigger.
"Well, anyhow, there I was," said Eeyore.
"But I don't think he meant to," said Pooh.
"He just is bouncy," said Piglet, "and he can't help it."
"Try bouncing me, Tigger," said Roo eagerly. "Eeyore, Tigger's going to try
me. Piglet, do you think——"
"Yes, yes," said Rabbit, "we don't all want to speak at once. The point is,
what does Christopher Robin think about it?"

"All I did was I coughed," said Tigger.
"He bounced," said Eeyore.
"Well, I sort of boffed," said Tigger.
"Hush!" said Rabbit, holding up his paw. "What does Christopher Robin
think about it all? That's the point."
"Well," said Christopher Robin, not quite sure what it was all about, "I think
——"
"Yes?" said everybody.
"I think we all ought to play Poohsticks."
So they did. And Eeyore, who had never played it before, won more times
than anybody else; and Roo fell in twice, the first time by accident and the
second time on purpose, because he suddenly saw Kanga coming from the
Forest, and he knew he'd have to go to bed anyhow. So then Rabbit said he'd
go with them; and Tigger and Eeyore went off together, because Eeyore
wanted to tell Tigger How to Win at Poohsticks, which you do by letting
your stick drop in a twitchy sort of way, if you understand what I mean,
Tigger; and Christopher Robin and Pooh and Piglet were left on the bridge
by themselves.

For a long time they looked at the river beneath them, saying nothing, and
the river said nothing too, for it felt very quiet and peaceful on this summer
afternoon.
"Tigger is all right really," said Piglet lazily.
"Of course he is," said Christopher Robin.
"Everybody is really," said Pooh. "That's what I think," said Pooh. "But I
don't suppose I'm right," he said.
"Of course you are," said Christopher Robin.

CHAPTER VII

IN WHICH Tigger ls Unbounced
One day Rabbit and Piglet were sitting outside Pooh's front door listening to
Rabbit, and Pooh was sitting with them. It was a drowsy summer afternoon,
and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to
Pooh, "Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me." So he got into a comfortable
position for not listening to Rabbit, and from time to time he opened his eyes
to say "Ah!" and then closed them again to say "True," and from time to time
Rabbit said, "You see what I mean, Piglet" very earnestly, and Piglet nodded
earnestly to show that he did.
"In fact," said Rabbit, coming to the end of it at last, "Tigger's getting so
Bouncy nowadays that it's time we taught him a lesson. Don't you think so,
Piglet?"
Piglet said that Tigger was very Bouncy, and that if they could think of a
way of unbouncing him, it would be a Very Good Idea.
"Just what I feel," said Rabbit. "What do you say, Pooh?"
Pooh opened his eyes with a jerk and said, "Extremely."

"Extremely what?" asked Rabbit.
"What you were saying," said Pooh. "Undoubtably."
Piglet gave Pooh a stiffening sort of nudge, and Pooh, who felt more and
more that he was somewhere else, got up slowly and began to look for
himself.
"But how shall we do it?" asked Piglet. "What sort of a lesson, Rabbit?"
"That's the point," said Rabbit.
The word "lesson" came back to Pooh as one he had heard before
somewhere.
"There's a thing called Twy-stymes," he said. "Christopher Robin tried to
teach it to me once, but it didn't."
"What didn't?" said Rabbit.

"Didn't what?" said Piglet.
Pooh shook his head.
"I don't know," he said. "It just didn't. What are we talking about?"
"Pooh," said Piglet reproachfully, "haven't you been listening to what Rabbit
was saying?"
"I listened, but I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again,
please, Rabbit?"
Rabbit never minded saying things again, so he asked where he should begin
from; and when Pooh had said from the moment when the fluff got in his
ear, and Rabbit had asked when that was, and Pooh had said he didn't know
because he hadn't heard properly, Piglet settled it all by saying that what they
were trying to do was, they were just trying to think of a way to get the
bounces out of Tigger, because however much you liked him, you couldn't
deny it, he did bounce.
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
"There's too much of him," said Rabbit, "that's what it comes to."
Pooh tried to think, and all he could think of was something which didn't
help at all. So he hummed it very quietly to himself.

If Rabbit
Was bigger
And fatter
And stronger,
Or bigger
Than Tigger,
If Tigger was smaller,
Then Tigger's bad habit
Of bouncing at Rabbit
Would matter
No longer,
If Rabbit
Was taller.

"What was Pooh saying?" asked Rabbit. "Any good?"
"No," said Pooh sadly. "No good."
"Well, I've got an idea," said Rabbit, "and here it is. We take Tigger for a
long explore, somewhere where he's never been, and we lose him there, and
next morning we find him again, and—mark my words—he'll be a different
Tigger altogether."
"Why?" said Pooh.
"Because he'll be a Humble Tigger. Because he'll be a Sad Tigger, a
Melancholy Tigger, a Small and Sorry Tigger, an Oh-Rabbit-I-am-glad-to-
see-you Tigger. That's why."
"Will he be glad to see me and Piglet, too?"
"Of course."
"That's good," said Pooh.
"I should hate him to go on being Sad," said Piglet doubtfully.
"Tiggers never go on being Sad," explained Rabbit. "They get over it with
Astonishing Rapidity. I asked Owl, just to make sure, and he said that that's
what they always get over it with. But if we can make Tigger feel Small and
Sad just for five minutes, we shall have done a good deed."
"Would Christopher Robin think so?" asked Piglet.
"Yes," said Rabbit. "He'd say 'You've done a good deed, Piglet. I would have
done it myself, only I happened to be doing something else. Thank you,
Piglet.' And Pooh, of course."
Piglet felt very glad about this, and he saw at once that what they were going
to do to Tigger was a good thing to do, and as Pooh and Rabbit were doing it
with him, it was a thing which even a Very Small Animal could wake up in
the morning and be comfortable about doing. So the only question was,
where should they lose Tigger?
"We'll take him to the North Pole," said Rabbit, "because it was a very long
explore finding it, so it will be a very long explore for Tigger unfinding it
again."

It was now Pooh's turn to feel very glad, because it was he who had first
found the North Pole, and when they got there, Tigger would see a notice
which said, "Discovered by Pooh, Pooh found it," and then Tigger would
know, which perhaps he didn't know, the sort of Bear Pooh was. That sort of
Bear.
So it was arranged that they should start next morning, and that Rabbit, who
lived near Kanga and Roo and Tigger, should now go home and ask Tigger
what he was doing tomorrow, because if he wasn't doing anything, what
about coming for an explore and getting Pooh and Piglet to come too? And if
Tigger said "Yes" that would be all right, and if he said "No"——
"He won't," said Rabbit. "Leave it to me." And he went off busily.
The next day was quite a different day. Instead of being hot and sunny, it was
cold and misty. Pooh didn't mind for himself, but when he thought of all the
honey the bees wouldn't be making, a cold and misty day always made him
feel sorry for them. He said so to Piglet when Piglet came to fetch him, and
Piglet said that he wasn't thinking of that so much, but of how cold and
miserable it would be being lost all day and night on the top of the Forest.
But when he and Pooh had got to Rabbit's house, Rabbit said it was just the
day for them, because Tigger always bounced on ahead of everybody, and as
soon as he got out of sight, they would hurry away in the other direction, and
he would never see them again.
"Not never?" said Piglet.
"Well, not until we find him again, Piglet. Tomorrow, or whenever it is.
Come on. He's waiting for us."
When they got to Kanga's house, they found that Roo was waiting too, being
a great friend of Tigger's, which made it Awkward; but Rabbit whispered
"Leave this to me" behind his paw to Pooh, and went up to Kanga.
"I don't think Roo had better come," he said. "Not today."
"Why not?" said Roo, who wasn't supposed to be listening.
"Nasty cold day," said Rabbit, shaking his head. "And you were coughing
this morning."
"How do you know?" asked Roo indignantly.
"Oh, Roo, you never told me," said Kanga reproachfully.

"It was a Biscuit Cough," said Roo, "not one you tell about."
"I think not today, dear. Another day."
"Tomorrow?" said Roo hopefully.
"We'll see," said Kanga.
"You're always seeing, and nothing ever happens," said Roo sadly.
"Nobody could see on a day like this, Roo," said Rabbit. "I don't expect we
shall get very far, and then this afternoon we'll all—we'll all—we'll—ah,
Tigger, there you are. Come on. Good-bye, Roo! This afternoon we'll—come
on, Pooh! All ready? That's right. Come on."

So they went. At first Pooh and Rabbit and Piglet walked together, and
Tigger ran round them in circles, and then, when the path got narrower,
Rabbit, Piglet and Pooh walked one after another, and Tigger ran round them
in oblongs, and by-and-by, when the gorse got very prickly on each side of
the path, Tigger ran up and down in front of them, and sometimes he
bounced into Rabbit and sometimes he didn't. And as they got higher, the
mist got thicker, so that Tigger kept disappearing, and then when you

thought he wasn't there, there he was again, saying "I say, come on," and
before you could say anything, there he wasn't.
Rabbit turned round and nudged Piglet.
"The next time," he said. "Tell Pooh."
"The next time," said Piglet to Pooh.
"The next what?" said Pooh to Piglet.
Tigger appeared suddenly, bounced into Rabbit, and disappeared again.
"Now!" said Rabbit. He jumped into a hollow by the side of the path, and
Pooh and Piglet jumped after him. They crouched in the bracken, listening.
The Forest was very silent when you stopped and listened to it. They could
see nothing and hear nothing.

"H'sh!" said Rabbit.
"I am," said Pooh.
There was a pattering noise ... then silence again.
"Hallo!" said Tigger, and he sounded so close suddenly that Piglet would
have jumped if Pooh hadn't accidentally been sitting on most of him.
"Where are you?" called Tigger.
Rabbit nudged Pooh, and Pooh looked about for Piglet to nudge, but couldn't
find him, and Piglet went on breathing wet bracken as quietly as he could,
and felt very brave and excited.

"That's funny," said Tigger.

There was a moment's silence, and then they heard him pattering off again.
For a little longer they waited, until the Forest had become so still that it
almost frightened them, and then Rabbit got up and stretched himself.
"Well?" he whispered proudly. "There we are! Just as I said."
"I've been thinking," said Pooh, "and I think——"

"No," said Rabbit. "Don't. Run. Come on." And they all hurried off, Rabbit
leading the way.
"Now," said Rabbit, after they had gone a little way, "we can talk. What were
you going to say, Pooh?"
"Nothing much. Why are we going along here?"
"Because it's the way home."
"Oh!" said Pooh.
"I think it's more to the right," said Piglet nervously. "What do you think,
Pooh?"

Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he
knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the
other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.
"Well," he said slowly——
"Come on," said Rabbit. "I know it's this way."
They went on. Ten minutes later they stopped again.
"It's very silly," said Rabbit, "but just for the moment I——Ah, of course.
Come on...."
"Here we are," said Rabbit ten minutes later. "No, we're not...."
"Now," said Rabbit ten minutes later, "I think we ought to be getting—or are
we a little bit more to the right than I thought?..."
"It's a funny thing," said Rabbit ten minutes later, "how everything looks the
same in a mist. Have you noticed it, Pooh?"
Pooh said that he had.
"Lucky we know the Forest so well, or we might get lost," said Rabbit half
an hour later, and he gave the careless laugh which you give when you know
the Forest so well that you can't get lost.

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."
When Tigger had finished waiting for the others to catch him up, and they
hadn't, and when he had got tired of having nobody to say, "I say, come on"
to, he thought he would go home. So he trotted back; and the first thing
Kanga said when she saw him was "There's a good Tigger. You're just in
time for your Strengthening Medicine," and she poured it out for him. Roo
said proudly, "I've had mine," and Tigger swallowed his and said, "So have
I," and then he and Roo pushed each other about in a friendly way, and
Tigger accidentally knocked over one or two chairs by accident, and Roo
accidentally knocked over one on purpose, and Kanga said, "Now then, run
along."
"Where shall we run along to?" asked Roo.

"You can go and collect some fir-cones for me," said Kanga, giving them a
basket.

So they went to the Six Pine Trees, and threw fir-cones at each other until
they had forgotten what they came for, and they left the basket under the
trees and went back to dinner. And it was just as they were finishing dinner
that Christopher Robin put his head in at the door.
"Where's Pooh?" he asked.
"Tigger dear, where's Pooh?" said Kanga. Tigger explained what had
happened at the same time that Roo was explaining about his Biscuit Cough
and Kanga was telling them not both to talk at once, so it was some time
before Christopher Robin guessed that Pooh and Piglet and Rabbit were all
lost in the mist on the top of the Forest.
"It's a funny thing about Tiggers," whispered Tigger to Roo, "how Tiggers
never get lost."
"Why don't they, Tigger?"
"They just don't," explained Tigger. "That's how it is."

"Well," said Christopher Robin, "we shall have to go and find them, that's
all. Come on, Tigger."
"I shall have to go and find them," explained Tigger to Roo.
"May I find them too?" asked Roo eagerly.
"I think not today, dear," said Kanga. "Another day."
"Well, if they're lost tomorrow, may I find them?"
"We'll see," said Kanga, and Roo, who knew what that meant, went into a
corner, and practised jumping out at himself, partly because he wanted to
practise this, and partly because he didn't want Christopher Robin and Tigger
to think that he minded when they went off without him.

"The fact is," said Rabbit, "we've missed our way somehow."
They were having a rest in a small sand-pit on the top of the Forest. Pooh
was getting rather tired of that sand-pit, and suspected it of following them
about, because whichever direction they started in, they always ended up at
it, and each time, as it came through the mist at them, Rabbit said
triumphantly, "Now I know where we are!" and Pooh said sadly, "So do I,"
and Piglet said nothing. He had tried to think of something to say, but the
only thing he could think of was, "Help, help!" and it seemed silly to say
that, when he had Pooh and Rabbit with him.
"Well," said Rabbit, after a long silence in which nobody thanked him for the
nice walk they were having, "we'd better get on, I suppose. Which way shall
we try?"
"How would it be," said Pooh slowly, "if, as soon as we're out of sight of this
Pit, we try to find it again?"
"What's the good of that?" said Rabbit.
"Well," said Pooh, "we keep looking for Home and not finding it, so I
thought that if we looked for this Pit, we'd be sure not to find it, which
would be a Good Thing, because then we might find something that we
weren't looking for, which might be just what we were looking for, really."

"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began
it. It's just that something happened to it on the way."
"If I walked away from this Pit, and then walked back to it, of course I
should find it."
"Well, I thought perhaps you wouldn't," said Pooh. "I just thought."
"Try," said Piglet suddenly. "We'll wait here for you."
Rabbit gave a laugh to show how silly Piglet was, and walked into the mist.
After he had gone a hundred yards, he turned and walked back again ... and
after Pooh and Piglet had waited twenty minutes for him, Pooh got up.
"I just thought," said Pooh. "Now then, Piglet, let's go home."
"But, Pooh," cried Piglet, all excited, "do you know the way?"
"No," said Pooh. "But there are twelve pots of honey in my cupboard, and
they've been calling to me for hours. I couldn't hear them properly before,
because Rabbit would talk, but if nobody says anything except those twelve
pots, I think, Piglet, I shall know where they're calling from. Come on."
They walked off together; and for a long time Piglet said nothing, so as not
to interrupt the pots; and then suddenly he made a squeaky noise ... and an
oo-noise ... because now he began to know where he was; but he still didn't
dare to say so out loud, in case he wasn't. And just when he was getting so
sure of himself that it didn't matter whether the pots went on calling or not,
there was a shout from in front of them, and out of the mist came
Christopher Robin.

"Oh, there you are," said Christopher Robin carelessly, trying to pretend that
he hadn't been Anxious.
"Here we are," said Pooh.
"Where's Rabbit?"
"I don't know," said Pooh.
"Oh—well, I expect Tigger will find him. He's sort of looking for you all."
"Well," said Pooh, "I've got to go home for something, and so has Piglet,
because we haven't had it yet, and——"
"I'll come and watch you," said Christopher Robin.

So he went home with Pooh, and watched him for quite a long time ... and
all the time he was watching, Tigger was tearing round the Forest making
loud yapping noises for Rabbit. And at last a very Small and Sorry Rabbit
heard him. And the Small and Sorry Rabbit rushed through the mist at the
noise, and it suddenly turned into Tigger; a Friendly Tigger, a Grand Tigger,
a Large and Helpful Tigger, a Tigger who bounced, if he bounced at all, in
just the beautiful way a Tigger ought to bounce.
"Oh, Tigger, I am glad to see you," cried Rabbit.

CHAPTER VIII

IN WHICH Piglet Does a Very Grand Thing
Half way between Pooh's house and Piglet's house was a Thoughtful Spot
where they met sometimes when they had decided to go and see each other,
and as it was warm and out of the wind they would sit down there for a little
and wonder what they would do now that they had seen each other. One day
when they had decided not to do anything, Pooh made up a verse about it, so
that everybody should know what the place was for.

This warm and sunny Spot
Belongs to Pooh.
And here he wonders what
He's going to do.
Oh, bother, I forgot—
It's Piglet's too.

Now one autumn morning when the wind had blown all the leaves off the
trees in the night, and was trying to blow the branches off, Pooh and Piglet
were sitting in the Thoughtful Spot and wondering.
"What I think," said Pooh, "is I think we'll go to Pooh Corner and see
Eeyore, because perhaps his house has been blown down, and perhaps he'd
like us to build it again."
"What I think," said Piglet, "is I think we'll go and see Christopher Robin,
only he won't be there, so we can't."
"Let's go and see everybody," said Pooh. "Because when you've been
walking in the wind for miles, and you suddenly go into somebody's house,
and he says, 'Hallo, Pooh, you're just in time for a little smackerel of
something,' and you are, then it's what I call a Friendly Day."
Piglet thought that they ought to have a Reason for going to see everybody,
like Looking for Small or Organizing an Expotition, if Pooh could think of
something.
Pooh could.
"We'll go because it's Thursday," he said, "and we'll go to wish everybody a
Very Happy Thursday. Come on, Piglet."
They got up; and when Piglet had sat down again, because he didn't know
the wind was so strong, and had been helped up by Pooh, they started off.
They went to Pooh's house first, and luckily Pooh was at home just as they
got there, so he asked them in, and they had some, and then they went on to
Kanga's house, holding on to each other, and shouting "Isn't it?" and
"What?" and "I can't hear." By the time they got to Kanga's house they were
so buffeted that they stayed to lunch. Just at first it seemed rather cold
outside afterwards, so they pushed on to Rabbit's as quickly as they could.

"We've come to wish you a Very Happy Thursday," said Pooh, when he had
gone in and out once or twice just to make sure that he could get out again.
"Why, what's going to happen on Thursday?" asked Rabbit, and when Pooh
had explained, and Rabbit, whose life was made up of Important Things,
said, "Oh, I thought you'd really come about something," they sat down for a
little ... and by-and-by Pooh and Piglet went on again. The wind was behind
them now, so they didn't have to shout.
"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."
Christopher Robin was at home by this time, because it was the afternoon,
and he was so glad to see them that they stayed there until very nearly tea-
time, and then they had a Very Nearly tea, which is one you forget about

afterwards, and hurried on to Pooh Corner, so as to see Eeyore before it was
too late to have a Proper Tea with Owl.
"Hallo, Eeyore," they called out cheerfully.
"Ah!" said Eeyore. "Lost your way?"
"We just came to see you," said Piglet. "And to see how your house was.
Look, Pooh, it's still standing!"
"I know," said Eeyore. "Very odd. Somebody ought to have come down and
pushed it over."
"We wondered whether the wind would blow it down," said Pooh.
"Ah, that's why nobody's bothered, I suppose. I thought perhaps they'd
forgotten."
"Well, we're very glad to see you, Eeyore, and now we're going on to see
Owl."
"That's right. You'll like Owl. He flew past a day or two ago and noticed me.
He didn't actually say anything, mind you, but he knew it was me. Very
friendly of him, I thought. Encouraging."
Pooh and Piglet shuffled about a little and said, "Well, good-bye, Eeyore" as
lingeringly as they could, but they had a long way to go, and wanted to be
getting on.
"Good-bye," said Eeyore. "Mind you don't get blown away, little Piglet.
You'd be missed. People would say 'Where's little Piglet been blown to?'—
really wanting to know. Well, good-bye. And thank you for happening to
pass me."
"Good-bye," said Pooh and Piglet for the last time, and they pushed on to
Owl's house.

The wind was against them now, and Piglet's ears streamed behind him like
banners as he fought his way along, and it seemed hours before he got them
into the shelter of the Hundred Acre Wood and they stood up straight again,
to listen, a little nervously, to the roaring of the gale among the tree-tops.

"Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?"
"Supposing it didn't," said Pooh after careful thought.
Piglet was comforted by this, and in a little while they were knocking and
ringing very cheerfully at Owl's door.
"Hallo, Owl," said Pooh. "I hope we're not too late for——I mean, how are
you, Owl? Piglet and I just came to see how you were, because it's
Thursday."
"Sit down, Pooh, sit down, Piglet," said Owl kindly. "Make yourselves
comfortable."
They thanked him, and made themselves as comfortable as they could.

"Because, you see, Owl," said Pooh, "we've been hurrying, so as to be in
time for—so as to see you before we went away again."
Owl nodded solemnly.
"Correct me if I am wrong," he said, "but am I right in supposing that it is a
very Blusterous day outside?"
"Very," said Piglet, who was quietly thawing his ears, and wishing that he
was safely back in his own house.
"I thought so," said Owl. "It was on just such a blusterous day as this that my
Uncle Robert, a portrait of whom you see upon the wall on your right, Piglet,
while returning in the late forenoon from a——What's that?"
There was a loud cracking noise.
"Look out!" cried Pooh. "Mind the clock! Out of the way, Piglet! Piglet, I'm
falling on you!"
"Help!" cried Piglet.

Pooh's side of the room was slowly tilting upwards and his chair began
sliding down on Piglet's. The clock slithered gently along the mantelpiece,
collecting vases on the way, until they all crashed together on to what had
once been the floor, but was now trying to see what it looked like as a wall.
Uncle Robert, who was going to be the new hearth-rug, and was bringing the
rest of his wall with him as carpet, met Piglet's chair just as Piglet was
expecting to leave it, and for a little while it became very difficult to
remember which was really the north. Then there was another loud crack ...
Owl's room collected itself feverishly ... and there was silence.

In a corner of the room, the tablecloth began to wriggle.

Then it wrapped itself into a ball and rolled across the room.

Then it jumped up and down once or twice, and put out two ears. It rolled
across the room again, and unwound itself.

"Pooh," said Piglet nervously.
"Yes?" said one of the chairs.
"Where are we?"
"I'm not quite sure," said the chair.
"Are we—are we in Owl's House?"
"I think so, because we were just going to have tea, and we hadn't had it."
"Oh!" said Piglet. "Well, did Owl always have a letter-box in his ceiling?"
"Has he?"
"Yes, look."

"I can't," said Pooh. "I'm face downwards under something, and that, Piglet,
is a very bad position for looking at ceilings."
"Well, he has, Pooh."
"Perhaps he's changed it," said Pooh. "Just for a change."
There was a disturbance behind the table in the other corner of the room, and
Owl was with them again.

"Ah, Piglet," said Owl, looking very much annoyed; "where's Pooh?"

"I'm not quite sure," said Pooh.
Owl turned at his voice, and frowned at as much of Pooh as he could see.
"Pooh," said Owl severely, "did you do that?"
"No," said Pooh humbly. "I don't think so."
"Then who did?"
"I think it was the wind," said Piglet. "I think your house has blown down."
"Oh, is that it? I thought it was Pooh."
"No," said Pooh.
"If it was the wind," said Owl, considering the matter, "then it wasn't Pooh's
fault. No blame can be attached to him." With these kind words he flew up to
look at his new ceiling.
"Piglet!" called Pooh in a loud whisper.
Piglet leant down to him.
"Yes, Pooh?"
"What did he say was attached to me?"
"He said he didn't blame you."
"Oh! I thought he meant—Oh, I see."
"Owl," said Piglet, "come down and help Pooh."
Owl, who was admiring his letter-box, flew down again. Together they
pushed and pulled at the arm-chair, and in a little while Pooh came out from
underneath, and was able to look round him again.
"Well!" said Owl. "This is a nice state of things!"
"What are we going to do, Pooh? Can you think of anything?" asked Piglet.
"Well, I had just thought of something," said Pooh. "It was just a little thing I
thought of." And he began to sing:

I lay on my chest
And I thought it best
To pretend I was having an evening rest;

I lay on my tum
And I tried to hum
But nothing particular seemed to come.
My face was flat
On the floor, and that
Is all very well for an acrobat;
But it doesn't seem fair
To a Friendly Bear
To stiffen him out with a basket-chair.
And a sort of sqoze
Which grows and grows
Is not too nice for his poor old nose,
And a sort of squch
Is much too much
For his neck and his mouth and his ears and such.

"That was all," said Pooh.
Owl coughed in an unadmiring sort of way, and said that, if Pooh was sure
that was all, they could now give their minds to the Problem of Escape.
"Because," said Owl, "we can't go out by what used to be the front door.
Something's fallen on it."
"But how else can you go out?" asked Piglet anxiously.
"That is the Problem, Piglet, to which I am asking Pooh to give his mind."
Pooh sat on the floor which had once been a wall, and gazed up at the ceiling
which had once been another wall, with a front door in it which had once
been a front door, and tried to give his mind to it.
"Could you fly up to the letter-box with Piglet on your back?" he asked.
"No," said Piglet quickly. "He couldn't."
Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He had explained this to
Pooh and Christopher Robin once before, and had been waiting ever since
for a chance to do it again, because it is a thing which you can easily explain
twice before anybody knows what you are talking about.

"Because you see, Owl, if we could get Piglet into the letter-box, he might
squeeze through the place where the letters come, and climb down the tree
and run for help."
Piglet said hurriedly that he had been getting bigger lately, and couldn't
possibly, much as he would like to, and Owl said that he had had his letter-
box made bigger lately in case he got bigger letters, so perhaps Piglet might,
and Piglet said, "But you said the necessary you-know-whats wouldn't," and
Owl said, "No, they won't, so it's no good thinking about it," and Piglet said
"Then we'd better think of something else," and began to at once.
But Pooh's mind had gone back to the day when he had saved Piglet from
the flood, and everybody had admired him so much; and as that didn't often
happen he thought he would like it to happen again. And suddenly, just as it
had come before, an idea came to him.
"Owl," said Pooh, "I have thought of something."
"Astute and Helpful Bear," said Owl.
Pooh looked proud at being called a stout and helpful bear, and said
modestly that he just happened to think of it. You tied a piece of string to
Piglet, and you flew up to the letter-box with the other end in your beak, and
you pushed it through the wire and brought it down to the floor, and you and
Pooh pulled hard at this end, and Piglet went slowly up at the other end. And
there you were.
"And there Piglet is," said Owl. "If the string doesn't break."
"Supposing it does?" asked Piglet, wanting to know.
"Then we try another piece of string."
This was not very comforting to Piglet, because however many pieces of
string they tried pulling up with, it would always be the same him coming
down; but still, it did seem the only thing to do. So with one last look back in
his mind at all the happy hours he had spent in the Forest not being pulled up
to the ceiling by a piece of string, Piglet nodded bravely at Pooh and said
that it was a Very Clever pup-pup-pup Clever pup-pup Plan.
"It won't break," whispered Pooh comfortingly, "because you're a Small
Animal, and I'll stand underneath, and if you save us all, it will be a Very
Grand Thing to talk about afterwards, and perhaps I'll make up a Song, and

people will say 'It was so grand what Piglet did that a Respectful Pooh Song
was made about it."

Piglet felt much better after this, and when everything was ready, and he
found himself slowly going up to the ceiling, he was so proud that he would
have called out "Look at me!" if he hadn't been afraid that Pooh and Owl
would let go of their end of the string and look at him.
"Up we go!" said Pooh cheerfully.

"The ascent is proceeding as expected," said Owl helpfully. Soon it was over.
Piglet opened the letter-box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he
began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front
doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter that WOL had written to
himself, had come slipping.

He squeezed and he squoze, and then with one last sqooze he was out.
Happy and excited he turned round to squeak a last message to the prisoners.

"It's all right," he called through the letter-box. "Your tree is blown right
over, Owl, and there's a branch across the door, but Christopher Robin and I
can move it, and we'll bring a rope for Pooh, and I'll go and tell him now,
and I can climb down quite easily, I mean it's dangerous but I can do it all
right, and Christopher Robin and I will be back in about half-an-hour. Good-
bye, Pooh!" And without waiting to hear Pooh's answering "Good-bye, and
thank you, Piglet," he was off.

"Half-an-hour," said Owl, settling himself comfortably. "That will just give
me time to finish that story I was telling you about my Uncle Robert—a
portrait of whom you see underneath you. Now let me see, where was I? Oh,
yes. It was on just such a blusterous day as this that my Uncle Robert——"
Pooh closed his eyes.

CHAPTER IX

IN WHICH Eeyore Finds the Wolery and Owl Moves Into It
Pooh had wandered into the Hundred Acre Wood, and was standing in front
of what had once been Owl's House. It didn't look at all like a house now; it
looked like a tree which had been blown down; and as soon as a house looks
like that, it is time you tried to find another one. Pooh had had a Mysterious
Missage underneath his front door that morning, saying, "I AM

SCERCHING FOR A NEW HOUSE FOR OWL SO HAD YOU RABBIT,"
and while he was wondering what it meant, Rabbit had come in and read it
for him.
"I'm leaving one for all the others," said Rabbit, "and telling them what it
means, and they'll all search too. I'm in a hurry, good-bye." And he had run
off.
Pooh followed slowly. He had something better to do than to find a new
house for Owl; he had to make up a Pooh song about the old one. Because
he had promised Piglet days and days ago that he would, and whenever he
and Piglet had met since, Piglet didn't actually say anything, but you knew at
once why he didn't; and if anybody mentioned Hums or Trees or String or
Storms-in-the-Night, Piglet's nose went all pink at the tip and he talked about
something quite different in a hurried sort of way.

"But it isn't Easy," said Pooh to himself, as he looked at what had once been
Owl's House. "Because Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're
things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you."
He waited hopefully....
"Well," said Pooh after a long wait, "I shall begin 'Here lies a tree' because it
does, and then I'll see what happens."
This is what happened.

Here lies a tree which Owl (a bird)
Was fond of when it stood on end,

And Owl was talking to a friend
Called Me (in case you hadn't heard)
When something Oo occurred.

For lo! the wind was blusterous
And flattened out his favourite tree;
And things looked bad for him and we—
Looked bad, I mean, for he and us—
I've never known them wuss.

Then Piglet (PIGLET) thought a thing:
"Courage!" he said. "There's always hope.
I want a thinnish piece of rope.
Or, if there isn't any bring
A thickish piece of string."

So to the letter-box he rose,
While Pooh and Owl said "Oh!" and "Hum!"
And where the letters always come
(Called "LETTERS ONLY") Piglet sqoze
His head and then his toes.

O gallant Piglet (PIGLET)! Ho!
Did Piglet tremble? Did he blinch?
No, No, he struggled inch by inch
Through LETTERS ONLY, as I know
Because I saw him go.

He ran and ran, and then he stood
And shouted, "Help for Owl, a bird
And Pooh, a bear!" until he heard
The others coming through the wood
As quickly as they could.

"Help-help and Rescue!" Piglet cried
And showed the others where to go.
Sing ho! for Piglet (PIGLET) ho
And soon the door was opened wide

And we were both outside!

Sing ho! for Piglet, ho!
Ho!

"So there it is," said Pooh, when he had sung this to himself three times. "It's
come different from what I thought it would, but it's come. Now I must go
and sing it to Piglet."
I AM SCERCHING FOR A NEW HOUSE FOR OWL SO HAD YOU
RABBIT.
"What's all this?" said Eeyore.
Rabbit explained.
"What's the matter with his old house?" asked Eeyore.
Rabbit explained.
"Nobody tells me," said Eeyore. "Nobody keeps me Informed. I make it
seventeen days come Friday since anybody spoke to me."
"It certainly isn't seventeen days——"
"Come Friday," explained Eeyore.
"And today's Saturday," said Rabbit. "So that would make it eleven days.
And I was here myself a week ago."
"Not conversing," said Eeyore. "Not first one and then the other. You said
'Hallo' and Flashed Past. I saw your tail in the distance as I was meditating
my reply. I had thought of saying 'What?'—but, of course, it was then too
late."
"Well, I was in a hurry."
"No Give and Take," Eeyore went on. "No Exchange of Thought: 'Hallo—
What'——I mean, it gets you nowhere, particularly if the other person's tail
is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation."
"It's your fault, Eeyore. You've never been to see any of us. You just stay
here in this one corner of the Forest waiting for the others to come to you.
Why don't you go to them sometimes?"

Eeyore was silent for a little while, thinking.
"There may be something in what you say, Rabbit," he said at last. "I must
move about more. I must come and go."
"That's right, Eeyore. Drop in on any of us at any time, when you feel like
it."
"Thank-you, Rabbit. And if anybody says in a Loud Voice 'Bother, it's
Eeyore,' I can drop out again."
Rabbit stood on one leg for a moment.
"Well," he said, "I must be going."
"Good-bye," said Eeyore.
"What? Oh, good-bye. And if you do come across a house for Owl, you must
let us know."
"I will give my mind to it," said Eeyore.
Rabbit went.

Pooh had found Piglet, and they were walking back to the Hundred Acre
Wood together.
"Piglet," said Pooh a little shyly, after they had walked for some time
without saying anything.
"Yes, Pooh?"
"Do you remember when I said that a Respectful Pooh Song might be
written about You Know What?"
"Did you, Pooh?" said Piglet, getting a little pink round the nose. "Oh, yes, I
believe you did."
"It's been written, Piglet."
The pink went slowly up Piglet's nose to his ears, and settled there.
"Has it, Pooh?" he asked huskily. "About—about——That Time When?——
Do you mean really written?"

"Yes, Piglet."
The tips of Piglet's ears glowed suddenly, and he tried to say something; but
even after he had husked once or twice, nothing came out. So Pooh went on.

"There are seven verses in it."
"Seven?" said Piglet as carelessly as he could. "You don't often get seven
verses in a Hum, do you, Pooh?"
"Never," said Pooh, "I don't suppose it's ever been heard of before."

"Do the Others know yet?" asked Piglet, stopping for a moment to pick up a
stick and throw it away.
"No," said Pooh. "And I wondered which you would like best. For me to
hum it now, or to wait till we find the others, and then hum it to all of you."
Piglet thought for a little.
"I think what I'd like best, Pooh, is I'd like you to hum it to me now—and—
and then to hum it to all of us. Because then Everybody would hear it, but I
could say 'Oh, yes, Pooh's told me,' and pretend not to be listening."
So Pooh hummed it to him, all the seven verses and Piglet said nothing, but
just stood and glowed. Never before had anyone sung ho for Piglet
(PIGLET) ho all by himself. When it was over, he wanted to ask for one of
the verses over again, but didn't quite like to. It was the verse beginning "O
gallant Piglet," and it seemed to him a very thoughtful way of beginning a
piece of poetry.
"Did I really do all that?" he said at last.
"Well," said Pooh, "in poetry—in a piece of poetry—well, you did it, Piglet,
because the poetry says you did. And that's how people know."
"Oh!" said Piglet. "Because I—I thought I did blinch a little. Just at first.
And it says, 'Did he blinch no no.' That's why."
"You only blinched inside," said Pooh, "and that's the bravest way for a Very
Small Animal not to blinch that there is."
Piglet sighed with happiness, and began to think about himself. He was
BRAVE....

When they got to Owl's old house, they found everybody else there except
Eeyore. Christopher Robin was telling them what to do, and Rabbit was
telling them again directly afterwards, in case they hadn't heard, and then
they were all doing it. They had got a rope and were pulling Owl's chairs and
pictures and things out of his old house so as to be ready to put them into his
new one. Kanga was down below tying the things on, and calling out to Owl,
"You won't want this dirty old dish-cloth any more, will you, and what about
this carpet, it's all in holes," and Owl was calling back indignantly, "Of
course I do! It's just a question of arranging the furniture properly, and it isn't
a dish-cloth, it's my shawl." Every now and then Roo fell in and came back
on the rope with the next article, which flustered Kanga a little because she
never knew where to look for him. So she got cross with Owl and said that

his house was a Disgrace, all damp and dirty, and it was quite time it did
tumble down. Look at that horrid bunch of toadstools growing out of the
floor there! So Owl looked down, a little surprised because he didn't know
about this, and then gave a short sarcastic laugh, and explained that that was
his sponge, and that if people didn't know a perfectly ordinary bath-sponge
when they saw it, things were coming to a pretty pass. "Well!" said Kanga,
and Roo fell in quickly, crying, "I must see Owl's sponge! Oh, there it is! Oh,
Owl! Owl, it isn't a sponge, it's a spudge! Do you know what a spudge is,
Owl? It's when your sponge gets all——" and Kanga said, "Roo, dear!" very
quickly, because that's not the way to talk to anybody who can spell
TUESDAY.

But they were all quite happy when Pooh and Piglet came along, and they
stopped working in order to have a little rest and listen to Pooh's new song.
So then they all told Pooh how good it was, and Piglet said carelessly, "It is
good, isn't it? I mean as a song."

"And what about the new house?" asked Pooh. "Have you found it, Owl?"
"He's found a name for it," said Christopher Robin, lazily nibbling at a piece
of grass, "so now all he wants is the house."

"I am calling it this," said Owl importantly, and he showed them what he had
been making. It was a square piece of board with the name of the house
painted on it.
THE WOLERY
It was at this exciting moment that something came through the trees, and
bumped into Owl. The board fell to the ground, and Piglet and Roo bent over
it eagerly.
"Oh, it's you," said Owl crossly.
"Hallo, Eeyore!" said Rabbit. "There you are! Where have you been?"
Eeyore took no notice of them.

"Good morning, Christopher Robin," he said, brushing away Roo and Piglet,
and sitting down on THE WOLERY. "Are we alone?"

"Yes," said Christopher Robin, smiling to himself.
"I have been told—the news has worked through to my corner of the Forest
—the damp bit down on the right which nobody wants—that a certain
Person is looking for a house. I have found one for him."
"Ah, well done," said Rabbit kindly.

Eeyore looked round slowly at him, and then turned back to Christopher
Robin.
"We have been joined by something," he said in a loud whisper. "But no
matter. We can leave it behind. If you will come with me, Christopher Robin,
I will show you the house."
Christopher Robin jumped up.
"Come on, Pooh," he said.
"Come on, Tigger!" cried Roo.
"Shall we go, Owl?" said Rabbit.
"Wait a moment," said Owl, picking up his notice-board, which had just
come into sight again.
Eeyore waved them back.
"Christopher Robin and I are going for a Short Walk," he said, "not a Jostle.
If he likes to bring Pooh and Piglet with him, I shall be glad of their
company, but one must be able to Breathe."
"That's all right," said Rabbit, rather glad to be left in charge of something.
"We'll go on getting the things out. Now then, Tigger, where's that rope?
What's the matter, Owl?"
Owl, who had just discovered that his new address was THE SMUDGE,
coughed at Eeyore sternly, but said nothing, and Eeyore, with most of THE
WOLERY behind him, marched off with his friends.
So, in a little while, they came to the house which Eeyore had found, and for
some minutes before they came to it, Piglet was nudging Pooh, and Pooh
was nudging Piglet, and they were saying, "It is!" and "It can't be!" and "It
is, really!" to each other.
And when they got there, it really was.
"There!" said Eeyore proudly, stopping them outside Piglet's house. "And
the name on it, and everything!"
"Oh!" cried Christopher Robin, wondering whether to laugh or what.
"Just the house for Owl. Don't you think so, little Piglet?"

And then Piglet did a Noble Thing, and he did it in a sort of dream, while he
was thinking of all the wonderful words Pooh had hummed about him.
"Yes, it's just the house for Owl," he said grandly. "And I hope he'll be very
happy in it." And then he gulped twice, because he had been very happy in it
himself.
"What do you think, Christopher Robin?" asked Eeyore a little anxiously,
feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Christopher Robin had a question to ask first, and he was wondering how to
ask it.
"Well," he said at last, "it's a very nice house, and if your own house is
blown down, you must go somewhere else, mustn't you, Piglet? What would
you do, if your house was blown down?"
Before Piglet could think, Pooh answered for him.
"He'd come and live with me," said Pooh, "wouldn't you, Piglet?"
Piglet squeezed his paw.

"Thank you, Pooh," he said, "I should love to."

CHAPTER X

IN WHICH Christopher Robin and Pooh Come to an Enchanted Place, and
We Leave Them There
Christopher Robin was going away. Nobody knew why he was going;
nobody knew where he was going; indeed, nobody even knew why he knew
that Christopher Robin was going away. But somehow or other everybody in
the Forest felt that it was happening at last. Even Smallest-of-all, a friend-
and-relation of Rabbit's who thought he had once seen Christopher Robin's
foot, but couldn't be quite sure because perhaps it was something else, even
S. of A. told himself that Things were going to be Different; and Late and
Early, two other friends-and-relations, said, "Well, Early?" and "Well, Late?"
to each other in such a hopeless sort of way that it really didn't seem any
good waiting for the answer.
One day when he felt that he couldn't wait any longer, Rabbit brained out a
Notice, and this is what it said:
"Notice a meeting of everybody will meet at the House at Pooh Corner to
pass a Rissolution By Order Keep to the Left Signed Rabbit."
He had to write this out two or three times before he could get the rissolution
to look like what he thought it was going to when he began to spell it: but,
when at last it was finished, he took it round to everybody and read it out to
them. And they all said they would come.
"Well," said Eeyore that afternoon, when he saw them all walking up to his
house, "this is a surprise. Am I asked too?"

"Don't mind Eeyore," whispered Rabbit to Pooh. "I told him all about it this
morning."
Everybody said "How-do-you-do" to Eeyore, and Eeyore said that he didn't,
not to notice, and then they sat down; and as soon as they were all sitting
down, Rabbit stood up again.
"We all know why we're here," he said, "but I have asked my friend Eeyore
——"
"That's Me," said Eeyore. "Grand."
"I have asked him to Propose a Rissolution." And he sat down again. "Now
then, Eeyore," he said.

"Don't Bustle me," said Eeyore, getting up slowly. "Don't now-then me." He
took a piece of paper from behind his ear, and unfolded it. "Nobody knows
anything about this," he went on. "This is a Surprise." He coughed in an
important way, and began again: "What-nots and Etceteras, before I begin,
or perhaps I should say, before I end, I have a piece of Poetry to read to you.
Hitherto—hitherto—a long word meaning—well, you'll see what it means
directly—hitherto, as I was saying, all the Poetry in the Forest has been
written by Pooh, a Bear with a Pleasing Manner but a Positively Startling
Lack of Brain. The Poem which I am now about to read to you was written
by Eeyore, or Myself, in a Quiet Moment. If somebody will take Roo's
bull's-eye away from him, and wake up Owl, we shall all be able to enjoy it.
I call it—POEM."
This was it.

Christopher Robin is going.
At least I think he is.

Where?
Nobody knows.
But he is going—
I mean he goes
(To rhyme with "knows")
Do we care?
(To rhyme with "where")
We do
Very much.
(I haven't got a rhyme for that "is" in the second line yet. Bother.)
(Now I haven't got a rhyme for bother. Bother.)
Those two bothers will have to rhyme with each other. Buther.
The fact is this is more difficult than I thought,
I ought—
(Very good indeed)
I ought
To begin again,
But it is easier
To stop.
Christopher Robin, good-bye,
I
(Good)
I
And all your friends
Sends—
I mean all your friend
Send—
(Very awkward this, it keeps going wrong)
Well, anyhow, we send
Our love
END.

"If anybody wants to clap," said Eeyore when he had read this, "now is the
time to do it."

They all clapped.

"Thank you," said Eeyore. "Unexpected and gratifying, if a little lacking in
Smack."

"It's much better than mine," said Pooh admiringly, and he really thought it
was.

"Well," explained Eeyore modestly, "it was meant to be."

"The rissolution," said Rabbit, "is that we all sign it, and take it to
Christopher Robin."

So it was signed POOH, PIGLET, WOL, EOR, RABBIT, KANGA, BLOT,
SMUDGE, and they all went off to Christopher Robin's house with it.
"Hallo, everybody," said Christopher Robin—"Hallo, Pooh."
They all said "Hallo," and felt awkward and unhappy suddenly, because it
was a sort of good-bye they were saying, and they didn't want to think about
it. So they stood around, and waited for somebody else to speak, and they
nudged each other, and said "Go on," and gradually Eeyore was nudged to
the front, and the others crowded behind him.
"What is it, Eeyore?" asked Christopher Robin. Eeyore swished his tail from
side to side, so as to encourage himself, and began.

"What is it, Eeyore?" asked Christopher Robin.

"Christopher Robin," he said, "we've come to say—to give you—it's called
—written by—but we've all—because we've heard, I mean we all know—
well, you see, it's—we—you—well, that, to put it as shortly as possible, is
what it is." He turned round angrily on the others and said, "Everybody
crowds round so in this Forest. There's no Space. I never saw a more
Spreading lot of animals in my life, and all in the wrong places. Can't you
see that Christopher Robin wants to be alone? I'm going." And he humped
off.
Not quite knowing why, the others began edging away, and when
Christopher Robin had finished reading POEM, and was looking up to say,
"Thank you," only Pooh was left.
"It's a comforting sort of thing to have," said Christopher Robin, folding up
the paper, and putting it in his pocket. "Come on, Pooh," and he walked off
quickly.

"Where are we going?" said Pooh, hurrying after him, and wondering
whether it was to be an Explore or a What-shall-I-do-about-you-know-what.
"Nowhere," said Christopher Robin.
So they began going there, and after they had walked a little way
Christopher Robin said:
"What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?"
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best——" and then he had to stop and think.
Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a
moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you
were, but he didn't know what it was called. And then he thought that being
with Christopher Robin was a very good thing to do, and having Piglet near
was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he
said, "What I like best in the whole world is Me and Piglet going to see You,
and You saying 'What about a little something?' and Me saying, 'Well, I
shouldn't mind a little something, should you, Piglet,' and it being a hummy
sort of day outside, and birds singing."
"I like that too," said Christopher Robin, "but what I like doing best is
Nothing."
"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long
time.
"Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, What
are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh, nothing, and then
you go and do it."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
"This is a nothing sort of thing that we're doing now."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh again.
"It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not
bothering."
"Oh!" said Pooh.

They walked on, thinking of This and That, and by-and-by they came to an
enchanted place on the very top of the Forest called Galleons Lap, which is
sixty-something trees in a circle; and Christopher Robin knew that it was
enchanted because nobody had ever been able to count whether it was sixty-
three or sixty-four, not even when he tied a piece of string round each tree
after he had counted it. Being enchanted, its floor was not like the floor of
the Forest, gorse and bracken and heather, but close-set grass, quiet and
smooth and green. It was the only place in the Forest where you could sit
down carelessly, without getting up again almost at once and looking for
somewhere else. Sitting there they could see the whole world spread out
until it reached the sky, and whatever there was all the world over was with
them in Galleons Lap.
Suddenly Christopher Robin began to tell Pooh about some of the things:
People called Kings and Queens and something called Factors, and a place
called Europe, and an island in the middle of the sea where no ships came,

and how you make a Suction Pump (if you want to), and when Knights were
Knighted, and what comes from Brazil. And Pooh, his back against one of
the sixty-something trees, and his paws folded in front of him, said "Oh!"
and "I didn't know," and thought how wonderful it would be to have a Real
Brain which could tell you things. And by-and-by Christopher Robin came
to an end of the things, and was silent, and he sat there looking out over the
world, and wishing it wouldn't stop.

But Pooh was thinking too, and he said suddenly to Christopher Robin:
"Is it a very Grand thing to be an Afternoon, what you said?"
"A what?" said Christopher Robin lazily, as he listened to something else.
"On a horse," explained Pooh.
"A Knight?"

"Oh, was that it?" said Pooh. "I thought it was a——Is it as Grand as a King
and Factors and all the other things you said?"
"Well, it's not as grand as a King," said Christopher Robin, and then, as Pooh
seemed disappointed, he added quickly, "but it's grander than Factors."
"Could a Bear be one?"
"Of course he could!" said Christopher Robin. "I'll make you one." And he
took a stick and touched Pooh on the shoulder, and said, "Rise, Sir Pooh de
Bear, most faithful of all my Knights."

So Pooh rose and sat down and said "Thank you," which is the proper thing
to say when you have been made a Knight, and he went into a dream again,
in which he and Sir Pomp and Sir Brazil and Factors lived together with a
horse, and were faithful Knights (all except Factors, who looked after the
horse) to Good King Christopher Robin ... and every now and then he shook
his head, and said to himself "I'm not getting it right." Then he began to
think of all the things Christopher Robin would want to tell him when he
came back from wherever he was going to, and how muddling it would be
for a Bear of Very Little Brain to try and get them right in his mind. "So,
perhaps," he said sadly to himself, "Christopher Robin won't tell me any
more," and he wondered if being a Faithful Knight meant that you just went
on being faithful without being told things.
Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world,
with his chin in his hands, called out "Pooh!"

"Yes?" said Pooh.
"When I'm—when——Pooh!"
"Yes, Christopher Robin?"

"I'm not going to do Nothing any more."
"Never again?"
"Well, not so much. They don't let you."
Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again.
"Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully.
"Pooh, when I'm—you know—when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come
up here sometimes?"
"Just Me?"
"Yes, Pooh."
"Will you be here too?"
"Yes, Pooh, I will be, really. I promise I will be, Pooh."
"That's good," said Pooh.
"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a
hundred."
Pooh thought for a little.
"How old shall I be then?"
"Ninety-nine."
Pooh nodded.
"I promise," he said.
Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for
Pooh's paw.
"Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I—if I'm not quite——" he
stopped and tried again—"Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand,
won't you?"
"Understand what?"
"Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come on!"
"Where?" said Pooh.
"Anywhere," said Christopher Robin.

So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to
them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy
and his Bear will always be playing.

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NOW WE ARE SIX
WINNIE-THE-POOH
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