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“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, 'Gone 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 arc 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.

“To-morrow, ” 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, “I 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 it, ” 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 Robins 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 on 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 he if 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 to-day, ” 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 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.