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Winnie The Pooh and All, All, All






To her

      Hand in hand we come
      Christopher Robin and I
      To lay this book in your lap.
      Say you're surprised?
      Say it's just what you wanted?
      Because it's yours -
      because we love you.




Introduction



      IF you happen to have read another book about Christopher Robin, you may remember that he once had a swan (or the swan had Christopher Robin, I don't know which) and that he used to call this swan Pooh. That was a long time ago, and when we said good-bye, we took the name with us, as we didn't think the swan would want it any more. Well, when Edward Bear said that he would like an exciting name all to himself, Christopher Robin said at once, without stopping to think, that he was Winnie-the-Pooh. And he was. So, as I have explained the Pooh part, I will now explain the rest of it.



       

      You can't be in London for long without going to the Zoo. There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there. So when Christopher Robin goes to the Zoo, he goes to where the Polar Bears are, and he whispers something to the third keeper from the left, and doors are unlocked, and we wander through dark passages and up steep stairs, until at last we come to the special cage, and the cage is opened, and out trots something brown and furry, and with a happy cry of "Oh, Bear!" Christopher Robin rushes into its arms. Now this bear's name is Winnie, which shows what a good name for bears it is, but the funny thing is that we can't remember whether Winnie is called after Pooh, or Pooh after Winnie. We did know once, but we have forgotten. . . .

      I had written as far as this when Piglet looked up and said in his squeaky voice, "What about Me?" "My dear Piglet," I said, "the whole book is about you." "So it is about Pooh," he squeaked. You see what it is. He is jealous because he thinks Pooh is having a Grand Introduction all to himself. Pooh is the favourite, of course, there's no denying it, but Piglet comes in for a good many things which Pooh misses; because you can't take Pooh to school without everybody knowing it, but Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comforting to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two. Sometimes he slips out and has a good look in the ink-pot, and in this way he has got more education than Pooh, but Pooh doesn't mind. Some have brains, and some haven't, he says, and there it is.

      And now all the others are saying, "What about Us?" So perhaps the best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.


      A. A. M.


     
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* Part  1 *



Chapter 1
...in which we are introduced to
Winnie-the-Pooh and some bees, and the stories begin



      HERE is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it.

      And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.


       

      When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?"

      "So did I," said Christopher Robin.

      "Then you can't call him Winnie?"

      "I don't."

      "But you said -- "

      "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what 'ther' means?"

      "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get.

      Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening --

      "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin.

      "What about a story?" I said.

      "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"

      "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?"

      "About himself. Because he's that sort of Bear."

      "Oh, I see."

      "So could you very sweetly?"

      "I'll try," I said.

      So I tried.


      Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.

      ("What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin. "It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it."

      "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin.

      "Now I am," said a growly voice.

      "Then I will go on," said I.)


      One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise.

      Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think.

      First of all he said to himself: "That buzzing-noise means something. You don't get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee."

      Then he thought another long time, and said: "And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey."

      And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it." So he began to climb the tree

      He climbed and he climbed and he climbed and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this:

     
      Isn't it funny
      How a bear likes honey?
      Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
      I wonder why he does?

     

      Then he climbed a little further. . . and a little further . . . and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song.


     
      It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
      They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees.
      And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
      We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.
     


      He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just s t o o d o n t h a t branch . . .

      Crack !

      "Oh, help!" said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.

      "If only I hadn't -- " he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.

      "You see, what I meant to do," he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, "what I meant to do -- "

      "Of course, it was rather -- " he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.

      "It all comes, I suppose," he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, "it all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!"

      He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.

      ("Was that me?" said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.

      "That was you."

      Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and pinker.)

      So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the Forest.

      "Good morning, Christopher Robin," he said.

      "Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh," said you.

      "I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you?"

      "A balloon?"

      "Yes, I just said to myself coming along: 'I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?' I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering."

      "What do you want a balloon for?" you said.

      Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: "Honey!"

      "But you don't get honey with balloons!"

      "I do," said Pooh.

      Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit's relations had had a big blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you.

      "Which one would you like?" you asked Pooh. He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully.

      "It's like this," he said. "When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and not notice you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?"

      "Wouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon?" you asked.

      "They might or they might not," said Winnie-the-Pooh. "You never can tell with bees." He thought for a moment and said: "I shall try to look like a small black cloud. That will deceive them."

      "Then you had better have the blue balloon," you said; and so it was decided.

      Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky, and stayed there -- level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet away from it.

      "Hooray!" you shouted.

      "Isn't that fine?" shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you. "What do I look like?"

      "You look like a Bear holding on to a balloon," you said.

      "Not," said Pooh anxiously, " -- not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?"

      "Not very much."

      "Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can tell with bees."

      There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite reach the honey.

      After a little while he called down to you.

      "Christopher Robin!" he said in a loud whisper.

      "Hallo!"

      "I think the bees suspect something!"

      "What sort of thing?"

      "I don't know. But something tells me that they're suspicious!"

      "Perhaps they think that you're after their honey?"

      "It may be that. You never can tell with bees."

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There was another little silence, and then he called down to you again.

      "Christopher Robin!"

      "Yes?"

      "Have you an umbrella in your house?"

      "I think so."

      "I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say 'Tut-tut, it looks like rain.' I think, if you did that, it would help the deception which we are practising on these bees."

      Well, you laughed to yourself, "Silly old Bear !" but you didn't say it aloud because you were so fond of him, and you went home for your umbrella.

      "Oh, there you are!" called down Winnie-the-Pooh, as soon as you got back to the tree. "I was beginning to get anxious. I have discovered that the bees are now definitely Suspicious."

      "Shall I put my umbrella up?" you said.

      "Yes, but wait a moment. We must be practical. The important bee to deceive is the Queen Bee. Can you see which is the Queen Bee from down there?"

      "No."

      "A pity. Well, now, if you walk up and down with your umbrella, saying, 'Tut-tut, it looks like rain,' I shall do what I can by singing a little Cloud Song, such as a cloud might sing. . . . Go!"

      So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh sang this song:

     
      How sweet to be a Cloud
      Floating in the Blue!
      Every little cloud
      Always sings aloud.
      "How sweet to be a Cloud
      Floating in the Blue!"
      It makes him very proud
      To be a little cloud.
     

      The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them, indeed, left their nests and flew all round the cloud as it began the second verse of this song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment, and then got up again.

      "Christopher -- ow! -- Robin," called out the cloud.

      "Yes?"

      "I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of bees."

      "Are they?"

      "Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn't you?"

      "Would they?"

      "Yes. So I think I shall come down."

      "How?" asked you.

      Winnie-the-Pooh hadn't thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fall -- bump -- and he didn't like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he said:

      "Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun. Have you got your gun?"

      "Of course I have," you said. "But if I do that, it will spoil the balloon," you said. But if you don't" said Pooh, "I shall have to let go, and that would spoil me."

      When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very carefully at the balloon, and fired.

      "Ow!" said Pooh.

      "Did I miss?" you asked.

      "You didn't exactly miss," said Pooh, "but you missed the balloon."

      "I'm so sorry," you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.




      But his arms were so stiff from holding on to the string of the balloon all that time that they stayed up straight in the air for more than a week, and whenever a fly came and settled on his nose he had to blow it off. And I think -- but I am not sure -- that that is why he was always called Pooh.



      "Is that the end of the story?" asked Christopher Robin.

      "That's the end of that one. There are others."

      "About Pooh and Me?"

      "And Piglet and Rabbit and all of you. Don't you remember?"

      "I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget."

      "That day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the Heffalump -- "

      "They didn't catch it, did they?"

      "No."

      "Pooh couldn't, because he hasn't any brain. Did I catch it?"

      "Well, that comes into the story."

      Christopher Robin nodded.

      "I do remember," he said, "only Pooh doesn't very well, so that's why he likes having it told to him again. Because then it's a real story and not just a remembering."

      "That's just how I feel," I said.

      Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh, picked his Bear up by the leg, and walked off to the door, trailing Pooh behind him. At the door he turned and said, "Coming to see me have my bath?" "I didn't hurt him when I shot him, did I?" "Not a bit." He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard Winnie-the-Pooh -- bump, bump, bump -- going up the stairs behind him.
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...in which Pooh goes visiting and gets
into a tight place



      EDWARD BEAR, known to his friends as Winnie-the-Pooh, or Pooh for short, was walking through the forest one day, humming proudly to himself. He had made up a little hum that very morning, as he was doing his Stoutness Exercises in front of the glass: Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, as he stretched up as high as he could go, and then Tra-la-la, tra-la -- oh, help! -- la, as he tried to reach his toes. After breakfast he had said it over and over to himself until he had learnt it off by heart, and now he was humming it right through, properly. It went like this:


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


      Well, he was humming this hum to himself, and walking along gaily, wondering what everybody else was doing, and what it felt like, being somebody else, when suddenly he came to a sandy bank, and in the bank was a large hole.

      "Aha !" said Pooh. (Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum.) "If I know anything about anything, that hole means Rabbit," he said, "and Rabbit means Company," he said, "and Company means Food and Listening-to-Me-Humming and such like. Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um.

      So he bent down, put his head into the hole, and called out:

      "Is anybody at home?"

      There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole, and then silence.

      "What I said was, 'Is anybody at home?'" called out Pooh very loudly.

      "No!" said a voice; and then added, "You needn't shout so loud. I heard you quite well the first time."

      "Bother!" said Pooh. "Isn't there anybody here at all?"

      "Nobody."

      Winnie-the-Pooh took his head out of the hole, and thought for a little, and he thought to himself, "There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said 'Nobody.'" So he put his head back in the hole, and said: "Hallo, Rabbit, isn't that you?"

      "No," said Rabbit, in a different sort of voice this time.

      "But isn't that Rabbit's voice?"

      "I don't think so," said Rabbit. "It isn't meant to be."

      "Oh!" said Pooh.



       


      He took his head out of the hole, and had another think, and then he put it back, and said:

      "Well, could you very kindly tell me where Rabbit is?"

      "He has gone to see his friend Pooh Bear, who is a great friend of his."

      "But this is Me!" said Bear, very much surprised.

      "What sort of Me?"

      "Pooh Bear."

      "Are you sure?" said Rabbit, still more surprised.

      "Quite, quite sure," said Pooh.

      "Oh, well, then, come in."

      So Pooh pushed and pushed and pushed his way through the hole, and at last he got in.

      "You were quite right," said Rabbit, looking at him all over. "It is you. Glad to see you."

      "Who did you think it was?"

      "Well, I wasn't sure. You know how it is in the Forest. One can't have anybody coming into one's house. One has to be careful. What about a mouthful of something?"

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Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o'clock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and when Rabbit said, "Honey or condensed milk with your bread?" he was so excited that he said, "Both," and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, "But don't bother about the bread, please." And for a long time after that he said nothing . . . until at last, humming to himself in a rather sticky voice, he got up, shook Rabbit lovingly by the paw, and said that he must be going on.

      "Must you?" said Rabbit politely

      "Well," said Pooh, "I could stay a little longer if it -- if you -- " and he tried very hard to look in the direction of the larder.

      "As a matter of fact," said Rabbit, "I was going out myself directly."

      "Oh well, then, I'll be going on. Good-bye."

      "Well, good-bye, if you're sure you won't have any more."

      "Is there any more?" asked Pooh quickly.

      Rabbit took the covers off the dishes, and said, "No, there wasn't."

      "I thought not," said Pooh, nodding to himself "Well, good-bye. I must be going on."

      So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was out in the open again . . . and then his ears . . . and then his front paws . . . and then his shoulders . . . and then --

      "Oh, help!" said Pooh. "I'd better go back."

      "Oh, bother!" said Pooh. "I shall have to go on."

      "I can't do either!" said Pooh. "Oh, help and bother!"

      Now, by this time Rabbit wanted to go for a walk too, and finding the front door full, he went out by the back door, and came round to Pooh, and looked at him.

      "Hallo, are you stuck?" he asked.

      "N-no," said Pooh carelessly. "Just resting and thinking and humming to myself."

      "Here, give us a paw."

      Pooh Bear stretched out a paw, and Rabbit pulled and pulled and pulled....

      "0w!" cried Pooh. "You're hurting!"

      "The fact is," said Rabbit, "you're stuck."

      "It all comes," said Pooh crossly, "of not having front doors big enough."

      "It all comes," said Rabbit sternly, "of eating too much. I thought at the time," said Rabbit, "only I didn't like to say anything," said Rabbit, "that one of us has eating too much," said Rabbit, "and I knew it wasn't me," he said. "Well, well, I shall go and fetch Christopher Robin."

      Christopher Robin lived at the other end of the Forest, and when he came back with Rabbit, and saw the front half of Pooh, he said, "Silly old Bear," in such a loving voice that everybody felt quite hopeful again.

      "I was just beginning to think," said Bear, sniffing slightly, "that Rabbit might never be able to use his front door again. And I should hate that," he said.

      "So should I," said Rabbit.

      "Use his front door again?" said Christopher Robin. "Of course he'll use his front door again. "Good," said Rabbit.

      "If we can't pull you out, Pooh, we might push you back."

      Rabbit scratched his whiskers thoughtfully, and pointed out that, when once Pooh was pushed back, he was back, and of course nobody was more glad to see Pooh than he was, still there it was, some lived in trees and some lived underground, and --

      "You mean I'd never get out?" said Pooh.

      "I mean," said Rabbit, "that having got so far, it seems a pity to waste it."

      Christopher Robin nodded.

      "Then there's only one thing to be done," he said. "We shall have to wait for you to get thin again."

      "How long does getting thin take?" asked Pooh anxiously.

      "About a week, I should think."

      "But I can't stay here for a week!"

      "You can stay here all right, silly old Bear. It's getting you out which is so difficult."

      "We'll read to you," said Rabbit cheerfully. "And I hope it won't snow," he added. "And I say, old fellow, you're taking up a good deal of room in my house -- do you mind if I use your back legs as a towel-horse? Because, I mean, there they are -- doing nothing -- and it would be very convenient just to hang the towels on them."

      "A week!" said Pooh gloomily. "What about meals?"

      "I'm afraid no meals," said Christopher Robin, "because of getting thin quicker. But we will read to you."

      Bear began to sigh, and then found he couldn't because he was so tightly stuck; and a tear rolled down his eye, as he said:

      "Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness?" So for a week Christopher

      Robin read that sort of book at the North end of Pooh, and Rabbit hung his washing on the South end . . . and in between Bear felt himself getting slenderer and slenderer. And at the end of the week Christopher Robin said, "Now!"

      So he took hold of Pooh's front paws and Rabbit took hold of Christopher Robin, and all Rabbit's friends and relations took hold of Rabbit, and they all pulled together....

      And for a long time Pooh only said "Ow!" . . .

      And "Oh!" . . .

      And then, all of a sudden, he said "Pop!" just as if a cork were coming out of bottle.

      And Christopher Robin and Rabbit and all Rabbit's friends and relations went head-over-heels backwards . . . and on the top of them came Winnie-the-Pooh -- free!

      So, with a nod of thanks to his friends, he went on with his walk through the forest, humming proudly to himself. But, Christopher Robin looked after him lovingly, and said to himself, "Silly old Bear!"
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 ...in which Pooh and piglet go hunting
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      THE Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech-tree, and the beech-tree was in the middle of the forest, and the Piglet lived in the middle of the house. Next to his house was a piece of broken board which had: "TRESPASSERS W" on it. When Christopher Robin asked the Piglet what it meant, he said it was his grandfather's name, and had been in the family for a long time. Christopher Robin said you couldn't be called Trespassers W, and Piglet said yes, you could, because his grandfather was, and it was short for Trespassers Will, which was short for Trespassers William. And his grandfather had had two names in case he lost one -- Trespassers after an uncle, and William after Trespassers.

      "I've got two names," said Christopher Robin carelessly.

      "Well, there you are, that proves it," said Piglet.

      One fine winter's day when Piglet was brushing away the snow in front of his house, he happened to look up, and there was Winnie-the-Pooh. Pooh was walking round and round in a circle, thinking of something else, and when Piglet called to him, he just went on walking.



       


      "Hallo!" said Piglet, "what are you doing?"

      "Hunting," said Pooh.

      "Hunting what?"

      "Tracking something," said Winnie-the-Pooh very mysteriously.

      "Tracking what?" said Piglet, coming closer

      "That's just what I ask myself. I ask myself, What?"

      "What do you think you'll answer?"

      "I shall have to wait until I catch up with it," said Winnie-the-Pooh. "Now, look there." He pointed to the ground in front of him. "What do you see there?"

      "Tracks," said Piglet. "Paw-marks." He gave a little squeak of excitement. "Oh, Pooh! Do you think it's a -- a -- a Woozle?"

      "It may be," said Pooh. "Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't. You never can tell with paw-marks."

      With these few words he went on tracking, and Piglet, after watching him for a minute or two, ran after him. Winnie-the-Pooh had come to a sudden stop, and was bending over the tracks in a puzzled sort of way.

      "What's the matter?" asked Piglet.

      "It's a very funny thing," said Bear, "but there seem to be two animals now. This -- whatever-it-was -- has been joined by another -- whatever-it-is --

      and the two of them are now proceeding in company. Would you mind coming with me, Piglet, in case they turn out to be Hostile Animals?"

      Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way, and said that he had nothing to do until Friday, and would be delighted to come, in case it really was a Woozle.

      "You mean, in case it really is two Woozles," said Winnie-the-Pooh, and Piglet said that anyhow he had nothing to do until Friday. So off they went together.

      There was a small spinney of larch trees just here, and it seemed as if the two Woozles, if that is what they were, had been going round this spinney; so round this spinney went Pooh and Piglet after them; Piglet passing the time by telling Pooh what his Grandfather Trespassers W had done to Remove Stiffness after Tracking, and how his Grandfather Trespassers W had suffered in his later years from Shortness of Breath, and other matters of interest, and Pooh wondering what a Grandfather was like, and if perhaps this was Two Grandfathers they were after now, and, if so, whether he would be allowed to take one home and keep it, and what Christopher Robin would say. And still the tracks went on in front of them....

      Suddenly Winnie-the-Pooh stopped, and pointed excitedly in front of him. "Look!"

      "What?" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn't been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of way.

      "The tracks!" said Pooh. "A third animal has joined the other two!" "Pooh!" cried Piglet "Do you think it is another Woozle?"

      "No," said Pooh, "because it makes different marks. It is either Two Woozles and one, as it might be, Wizzle, or Two, as it might be, Wizzles and one, if so it is, Woozle. Let us continue to follow them."

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 So they went on, feeling just a little anxious now, in case the three animals in front of them were of Hostile Intent. And Piglet wished very much that his Grandfather T. W. were there, instead of elsewhere, and Pooh thought how nice it would be if they met Christopher Robin suddenly but quite accidentally, and only because he liked Christopher Robin so much. And then, all of a sudden, Winnie-the-Pooh stopped again, and licked the tip of his nose in a cooling manner, for he was feeling more hot and anxious than ever in his life before. There were four animals in front of them!

      "Do you see, Piglet? Look at their tracks! Three, as it were, Woozles, and one, as it was, Wizzle. Another Woozle has joined them!"

      And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks; crossing over each other here, getting muddled up with each other there; but, quite plainly every now and then, the tracks of four sets of paws.

      "I think," said Piglet, when he had licked the tip of his nose too, and found that it brought very little comfort, "I think that I have just remembered something. I have just remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday and sha'n't be able to do to-morrow. So I suppose I really ought to go back and do it now."

      "We'll do it this afternoon, and I'll come with you," said Pooh.

      "It isn't the sort of thing you can do in the afternoon," said Piglet quickly. "It's a very particular morning thing, that has to be done in the morning, and, if possible, between the hours of What would you say the time was?"

      "About twelve," said Winnie-the-Pooh, looking at the sun.

      "Between, as I was saying, the hours of twelve and twelve five. So, really, dear old Pooh, if you'll excuse me -- What's that."

      Pooh looked up at the sky, and then, as he heard the whistle again, he looked up into the branches of a big oak-tree, and then he saw a friend of his.

      "It's Christopher Robin," he said.

      "Ah, then you'll be all right," said Piglet.

      "You'll be quite safe with him. Good-bye," and he trotted off home as quickly as he could, very glad to be Out of All Danger again.

      Christopher Robin came slowly down his tree.

      "Silly old Bear," he said, "what were you doing? First you went round the spinney twice by yourself, and then Piglet ran after you and you went round again together, and then you were just going round a fourth time"

      "Wait a moment," said Winnie-the-Pooh, holding up his paw.

      He sat down and thought, in the most thoughtful way he could think. Then he fitted his paw into one of the Tracks ... and then he scratched his nose twice, and stood up.

      "Yes," said Winnie-the-Pooh.

      "I see now," said Winnie-the-Pooh.

      "I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."

      "You're the Best Bear in All the World," said Christopher Robin soothingly.

      "Am I?" said Pooh hopefully. And then he brightened up suddenly.

      "Anyhow," he said, "it is nearly Luncheon Time."

      So he went home for it.

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      THE Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" -- and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about. So when Winnie-the-Pooh came stumping along, Eeyore was very glad to be able to stop thinking for a little, in order to say "How do you do?" in a gloomy manner to him.

      "And how are you?" said Winnie-the-Pooh.

      Eeyore shook his head from side to side.

      "Not very how," he said. "I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time."

      "Dear, dear," said Pooh, "I'm sorry about that. Let's have a look at you." So Eeyore stood there, gazing sadly at the ground, and Winnie-the-Pooh walked all round him once.

      "Why, what's happened to your tail?" he said in surprise.

      "What has happened to it?" said Eeyore.

      "It isn't there!"

      "Are you sure?"

      "Well, either a tail is there or it isn't there You can't make a mistake about it. And yours isn't there!"

      "Then what is?"

      "Nothing."


       


      "Let's have a look," said Eeyore, and he turned slowly round to the place where his tail had been a little while ago, and then, finding that he couldn't catch it up, he turned round the other way, until he came back to where he was at first, and then he put his head down and looked between his front legs, and at last he said, with a long, sad sigh, "I believe you're right"

      "Of course I'm right," said Pooh

      "That accounts for a Good Deal," said Eeyore gloomily. "It explains Everything. No Wonder."

      "You must have left it somewhere," said Winnie-the-Pooh.

      "Somebody must have taken it," said Eeyore.

      "How Like Them," he added, after a long silence. Pooh felt that he ought to say something helpful about it, but didn't quite know what.

      So he decided to do something helpful instead.

      "Eeyore," he said solemnly, "I, Winnie-the-Pooh, will find your tail for you."

      "Thank you, Pooh," answered Eeyore. "You're a real friend," said he. "Not like Some," he said.

      So Winnie-the-Pooh went off to find Eeyore's tail.

      It was a fine spring morning in the forest as he started out. Little soft clouds played happily in a blue sky, skipping from time to time in front of the sun as if they had come to put it out, and then sliding away suddenly so that the next might have his turn. Through them and between them the sun shone bravely, and a copse which had worn its firs all the year round seemed old and dowdy now beside the new green lace which the beeches had put on so prettily. Through copse and spinney marched Bear; down open slopes of gorse and heather, over rocky beds of streams, up steep banks of sandstone into the heather again; and so at last, tired and hungry, to the Hundred Acre Wood. For it was in the Hundred Acre Wood that Owl lived.

      "And if anyone knows anything about anything," said Bear to himself, "it's Owl who knows something about something," he said, "or my name's not Winnie-the-Pooh," he said. "Which it is," he added. "So there you are."

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 Owl lived at The Chestnuts, and old-world residence of great charm, which was grander than anybody else's, or seemed so to Bear, because it had both a knocker and a bell-pull. Underneath the knocker there was a notice which said:


     
      PLES RING IF AN RNSER IS REQIRD.
     


      Underneath the bell-pull there was a notice which said:


     
      PLEZ CNOKE IF AN RNSR IS NOT REQID.
     



      These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only one in the forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many ways, able to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went all to pieces over delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTEREDTOAST.

      Winnie-the-Pooh read the two notices very carefully, first from left to right, and afterwards, in case he had missed some of it, from right to left. Then, to make quite sure, he knocked and pulled the knocker, and he pulled and knocked the bell-rope, and he called out in a very loud voice, "Owl! I require an answer! It's Bear speaking." And the door opened, and Owl looked out.

      "Hallo, Pooh," he said. "How's things?"

      "Terrible and Sad," said Pooh, "because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine, has lost his tail. And he's Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me how to find it for him?"

      "Well," said Owl, "the customary procedure in such cases is as follows."

      "What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?" said Pooh. "For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me."

      "It means the Thing to Do."

      "As long as it means that, I don't mind," said Pooh humbly.

      "The thing to do is as follows. First, Issue a Reward. Then -- "

      "Just a moment," said Pooh, holding up his paw. "What do we do to this -- what you were saying? You sneezed just as you were going to tell me."

      "I didn't sneeze."

      "Yes, you did, Owl."

      "Excuse me, Pooh, I didn't. You can't sneeze without knowing it."

      "Well, you can't know it without something having been sneezed."

      "What I said was, 'First Issue a Reward'."

      "You're doing it again," said Pooh sadly.

      "A Reward!" said Owl very loudly. "We write a notice to say that we will give a large something to anybody who finds Eeyore's tail."

      "I see, I see," said Pooh, nodding his head. "Talking about large somethings," he went on dreamily, "I generally have a small something about now -- about this time in the morning," and he looked wistfully at the cupboard in the corner of Owl's parlour; "just a mouthful of condensed milk or whatnot, with perhaps a lick of honey -- "

       

      "Well, then," said Owl, "we write out this notice, and we put it up all over the Forest."

      "A lick of honey," murmured Bear to himself, "or -- or not, as the case may be." And he gave a deep sigh, and tried very hard to listen to what Owl was saying.

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But Owl went on and on, using longer and longer words, until at last he came back to where he started, and he explained that the person to write out this notice was Christopher Robin.

      "It was he who wrote the ones on my front door for me. Did you see them, Pooh?"

      For some time now Pooh had been saying "Yes" and "No" in turn, with his eyes shut, to all that Owl was saying, and having said, "Yes, yes," last time, he said "No, not at all," now, without really knowing what Owl was talking about? "Didn't you see them?" said Owl, a little surprised. "Come and look at them now."

      So they went outside. And Pooh looked at the knocker and the notice below it, and he looked at the bell-rope and the notice below it, and the more he looked at the bell-rope, the more he felt that he had seen something like it, somewhere else, sometime before.

      "Handsome bell-rope, isn't it?" said Owl.

      Pooh nodded.

      "It reminds me of something," he said, "but I can't think what. Where did you get it?"

      "I just came across it in the Forest. It was hanging over a bush, and I thought at first somebody lived there, so I rang it, and nothing happened, and then I rang it again very loudly, and it came off in my hand, and as nobody seemed to want it, I took it home, and"

      "Owl," said Pooh solemnly, "you made a mistake. Somebody did want it."

      "Who?"

      "Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore. He was -- he was fond of it."

      "Fond of it?"

      "Attached to it," said Winnie-the-Pooh sadly.


      So with these words he unhooked it, and carried it back to Eeyore; and when Christopher Robin had nailed it on its right place again, Eeyore frisked about the forest, waving his tail so happily that Winnie-the-Pooh came over all funny, and had to hurry home for a little snack of something to sustain him. And wiping his mouth half an hour afterwards, he sang to himself proudly:


     
      Who found the Tail?
      "I," said Pooh,
      "At a quarter to two
      (Only it was quarter to eleven really),
      I found the Tail!"
     





     
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