to be a CloudFloating in the Blue!
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud.
The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them, indeed, left their nests and flew all round the cloud as it began the second verse of this song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment, and then got up again.
‘Christopher – ow! – Robin,’ called out the cloud.
‘Yes?’
‘I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of bees.’
‘Are they?’
‘Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn’t you?’
‘Would they?’
‘Yes. So I think I shall come down.’
‘How?’ asked you.
Winnie-the-Pooh hadn’t thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fall – bump – and he didn’t like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he said:
‘Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun. Have you got your gun?’
‘Of course I have,’ you said. ‘But if I do that, it will spoil the balloon,’ you said.
‘But if you don’t,’ said Pooh, ‘I shall have to let go, and that would spoil me.’
When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very carefully at the balloon, and fired.
‘Ow!’ said Pooh.
‘Did I miss?’ you asked.
‘You didn’t exactly miss,’ said Pooh, ‘but you missed the balloon.’
‘I’m so sorry,’ you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon, and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.
But his arms were so stiff from holding on to the string of the balloon all that time that they stayed up straight in the air for more than a week, and whenever a fly came and settled on his nose he had to blow it off. And I think – but I am not sure – that that is why he was always called Pooh.
‘Is that the end of the story?’ asked Christopher Robin.
‘That’s the end of that one. There are others.’
‘About Pooh and Me?’
‘And Piglet and Rabbit and all of you. Don’t you remember?’
‘I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.’
‘That day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the Heffalump—’
‘They didn’t catch it, did they?’
‘No.’
‘Pooh couldn’t because he hasn’t any brain. Did I catch it?’
‘Well, that comes into the story.’
Christopher Robin nodded.
‘I do remember,’ he said, ‘only Pooh doesn’t very well, so that’s why he likes having it told to him again. Because then it’s a real story and not just a remembering.’
‘That’s just how I feel,’ I said.
Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh, picked his Bear up by the leg, and walked off to the door, trailing Pooh behind him. At the door he turned and said, ‘Coming to see me have my bath?’
‘I might,’ I said.
‘I didn’t hurt him when I shot him, did I?’
‘Not a bit.’
He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard Winnie-the-Pooh – bump, bump, bump – going up the stairs behind him.
CHAPTER TWO 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 gaily along, 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!’
