The house at Pooh Corner

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----"