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"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."