“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?”
“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
“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.
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
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?”
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?”
“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?”
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
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...
“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
“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
“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,
“You mean I'd never get out?” said Pooh.
“I mean,” said Rabbit, “that having got so far, it seems a pity to waste
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 then, all of a sudden, he said “Pop!” just as if a cork were coming out
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!”
IN WHICH POOH AND PIGLET GO HUNTING AND NEARLY CATCH A WOOZLE
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.
“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
“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
Suddenly Winnie-the-Pooh stopped, and pointed excitedly in front of him.
“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.”
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!