“Do you see, Piglet? Look at their tracks! Three, as it were, Woozles, and
one, as it was, Wizzle. Another Woozle has joined them!”
And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks; crossing over each other here,
getting muddled up with each other there; but, quite plainly every now and then,
the tracks of four sets of paws.
“I think,” said Piglet, when he had licked the tip of his nose too, and found
that it brought very little comfort, “I think that I have just remembered something.
I have just remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday and sha'n't be
able to do to-morrow. So I suppose I really ought to go back and do it now.”
“We'll do it this afternoon, and I'll come with you,” said Pooh.
“It isn't the sort of thing you can do in the afternoon,” said Piglet quickly.
“It's a very particular morning thing, that has to be done in the morning, and,
if possible, between the hours of What would you say the time was?”
“About twelve,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, looking at the sun.
“Between, as I was saying, the hours of twelve and twelve five. So, really,
dear old Pooh, if you'll excuse me—What's that.”
Pooh looked up at the sky, and then, as he heard the whistle again, he looked
up into the branches of a big oak-tree, and then he saw a friend of his.
“It's Christopher Robin,” he said.
“Ah, then you'll be all right,” said Piglet.
“You'll be quite safe with him. Good-bye,” and he trotted off home as quickly
as he could, very glad to be Out of All Danger again.
Christopher Robin came slowly down his tree.
“Silly old Bear,” he said, “what were you doing? First you went round the
spinney twice by yourself, and then Piglet ran after you and you went round
again together, and then you were just going round a fourth time”
“Wait a moment,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, holding up his paw.
He sat down and thought, in the most thoughtful way he could think. Then
he fitted his paw into one of the Tracks ...and then he scratched his nose twice,
and stood up.
“Yes,” said Winnie-the-Pooh.
“I see now,” said Winnie-the-Pooh.
“I have been Foolish and Deluded,” said he, “and I am a Bear of no Brain
“You're the Best Bear in All the World,” said Christopher Robin soothingly.
“Am I?” said Pooh hopefully. And then he brightened up suddenly.
“Anyhow,” he said, “it is nearly Luncheon Time.”
So he went home for it.
IN WHICH EEYORE LOSES A TAIL AND POOH FINDS ONE
THE Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the
forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things.
Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, “Why?” and sometimes he thought, “Wherefore?”
and sometimes he thought, “Inasmuch as which?”—and sometimes he didn't quite
know what he was thinking about. So when Winnie-the-Pooh came stumping along,
Eeyore was very glad to be able to stop thinking for a little, in order to say
“How do you do?” in a gloomy manner to him.
“And how are you?” said Winnie-the-Pooh.
Eeyore shook his head from side to side.
“Not very how,” he said. “I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long
“Dear, dear,” said Pooh, “I'm sorry about that. Let's have a look at you.”
So Eeyore stood there, gazing sadly at the ground, and Winnie-the-Pooh walked
all round him once.
“Why, what's happened to your tail?” he said in surprise.
“What has happened to it?” said Eeyore.
“It isn't there!”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, either a tail is there or it isn't there You can't make a mistake
about it. And yours isn't there!”
“Then what is?”
“Let's have a look,” said Eeyore, and he turned slowly round to the place
where his tail had been a little while ago, and then, finding that he couldn't
catch it up, he turned round the other way, until he came back to where he was
at first, and then he put his head down and looked between his front legs, and
at last he said, with a long, sad sigh, “I believe you're right”
“Of course I'm right,” said Pooh
“That accounts for a Good Deal,” said Eeyore gloomily. “It explains Everything.
“You must have left it somewhere,” said Winnie-the-Pooh.
“Somebody must have taken it,” said Eeyore.
“How Like Them,” he added, after a long silence. Pooh felt that he ought
to say something helpful about it, but didn't quite know what.
So he decided to do something helpful instead.
“Eeyore,” he said solemnly, “I, Winnie-the-Pooh, will find your tail for
“Thank you, Pooh,” answered Eeyore. “You're a real friend,” said he. “Not
like Some,” he said.
So Winnie-the-Pooh went off to find Eeyore's tail.
It was a fine spring morning in the forest as he started out. Little soft
clouds played happily in a blue sky, skipping from time to time in front of
the sun as if they had come to put it out, and then sliding away suddenly so
that the next might have his turn. Through them and between them the sun shone
bravely, and a copse which had worn its firs all the year round seemed old and
dowdy now beside the new green lace which the beeches had put on so prettily.
Through copse and spinney marched Bear; down open slopes of gorse and heather,
over rocky beds of streams, up steep banks of sandstone into the heather again;
and so at last, tired and hungry, to the Hundred Acre Wood. For it was in the
Hundred Acre Wood that Owl lived.
“And if anyone knows anything about anything,” said Bear to himself, “it's
Owl who knows something about something,” he said, “or my name's not Winnie-the-Pooh,”
he said. “Which it is,” he added. “So there you are.”
Owl lived at The Chestnuts, and old-world residence of great charm, which
was grander than anybody else's, or seemed so to Bear, because it had both a
knocker and a bell-pull. Underneath the knocker there was a notice which said:
PLES RING IF AN RNSER IS REQIRD.
Underneath the bell-pull there was a notice which said:
PLEZ CNOKE IF AN RNSR IS NOT REQID.
These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only one
in the forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many ways, able
to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went all to pieces
over delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTEREDTOAST.
Winnie-the-Pooh read the two notices very carefully, first from left to right,
and afterwards, in case he had missed some of it, from right to left. Then,
to make quite sure, he knocked and pulled the knocker, and he pulled and knocked
the bell-rope, and he called out in a very loud voice, “Owl! I require an answer!
It's Bear speaking.” And the door opened, and Owl looked out.
“Hallo, Pooh,” he said. “How's things?”
“Terrible and Sad,” said Pooh, “because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine,
has lost his tail. And he's Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me
how to find it for him?”
“Well,” said Owl, “the customary procedure in such cases is as follows.”
“What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?” said Pooh. “For I am a Bear of
Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.”
“It means the Thing to Do.”
“As long as it means that, I don't mind,” said Pooh humbly.
“The thing to do is as follows. First, Issue a Reward. Then—”
“Just a moment,” said Pooh, holding up his paw. “What do we do to this—what
you were saying? You sneezed just as you were going to tell me.”
“I didn't sneeze.”
“Yes, you did, Owl.”
“Excuse me, Pooh, I didn't. You can't sneeze without knowing it.”
“Well, you can't know it without something having been sneezed.”
“What I said was, 'First Issue a Reward'.”
“You're doing it again,” said Pooh sadly.
“A Reward!” said Owl very loudly. “We write a notice to say that we will
give a large something to anybody who finds Eeyore's tail.”
“I see, I see,” said Pooh, nodding his head. “Talking about large somethings,”
he went on dreamily, “I generally have a small something about now—about this
time in the morning,” and he looked wistfully at the cupboard in the corner
of Owl's parlour; “just a mouthful of condensed milk or whatnot, with perhaps
a lick of honey—”
“Well, then,” said Owl, “we write out this notice, and we put it up all over
“A lick of honey,” murmured Bear to himself, “or—or not, as the case may
be.” And he gave a deep sigh, and tried very hard to listen to what Owl was
But Owl went on and on, using longer and longer words, until at last he came
back to where he started, and he explained that the person to write out this
notice was Christopher Robin.
“It was he who wrote the ones on my front door for me. Did you see them,
For some time now Pooh had been saying “Yes” and “No” in turn, with his eyes
shut, to all that Owl was saying, and having said, “Yes, yes,” last time, he
said “No, not at all,” now, without really knowing what Owl was talking about?
“Didn't you see them?” said Owl, a little surprised. “Come and look at them
So they went outside. And Pooh looked at the knocker and the notice below
it, and he looked at the bell-rope and the notice below it, and the more he
looked at the bell-rope, the more he felt that he had seen something like it,
somewhere else, sometime before.
“Handsome bell-rope, isn't it?” said Owl.
“It reminds me of something,” he said, “but I can't think what. Where did
you get it?”
“I just came across it in the Forest. It was hanging over a bush, and I thought
at first somebody lived there, so I rang it, and nothing happened, and then
I rang it again very loudly, and it came off in my hand, and as nobody seemed
to want it, I took it home, and”
“Owl,” said Pooh solemnly, “you made a mistake. Somebody did want it.”
“Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore. He was—he was fond of it.”
“Fond of it?”
“Attached to it,” said Winnie-the-Pooh sadly.
So with these words he unhooked it, and carried it back to Eeyore; and when
Christopher Robin had nailed it on its right place again, Eeyore frisked about
the forest, waving his tail so happily that Winnie-the-Pooh came over all funny,
and had to hurry home for a little snack of something to sustain him. And wiping
his mouth half an hour afterwards, he sang to himself proudly:
Who found the Tail?
“I,” said Pooh,
“At a quarter to two
(Only it was quarter to eleven really),
I found the Tail!”
IN WHICH PIGLET MEETS A HEFFALUMP
ONE day, when Christopher Robin and Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet were all talking
together, Christopher Robin finished the mouthful he was eating and said carelessly:
“I saw a Heffalump to-day, Piglet.”
“What was it doing?” asked Piglet.
“Just lumping along,” said Christopher Robin. “I don't think it saw me.”
“I saw one once,” said Piglet. “At least, I think I did,” he said. “Only
perhaps it wasn't.”
“So did I,” said Pooh, wondering what a Heffalump was like.
“You don't often see them,” said Christopher Robin carelessly.
“Not now,” said Piglet.
“Not at this time of year,” said Pooh.
Then they all talked about something else, until it was time for Pooh and
Piglet to go home together. At first as they stumped along the path which edged
the Hundred Acre Wood, they didn't say much to each other; but when they came
to the stream, and had helped each other across the stepping stones, and were
able to walk side by side again over the heather, they began to talk in a friendly
way about this and that, and Piglet said, “If you see what I mean, Pooh,” and
Pooh said, “It's just what I think myself, Piglet,” and Piglet said, “But, on
the other hand, Pooh, we must remember,” and Pooh said, “Quite true, Piglet,
although I had forgotten it for the moment.” And then, just as they came to
the Six Pine Trees, Pooh looked round to see that nobody else was listening,
and said in a very solemn voice: “Piglet, I have decided something. '
“What have you decided, Pooh?”
“I have decided to catch a Heffalump.”
Pooh nodded his head several times as he said this, and waited for Piglet
to say “How?” or “Pooh, you couldn't!” or something helpful of that sort, but
Piglet said nothing. The fact was Piglet was wishing that he had thought about
“I shall do it,” said Pooh, after waiting a little longer, “by means of a
trap. And it must be a Cunning Trap, so you will have to help me, Piglet.”
“Pooh,” said Piglet, feeling quite happy again now, “I will.” And then he
said, “How shall we do it?” and Pooh said, “That's just it. How?” And then they
sat down together to think it out.
Pooh's first idea was that they should dig a Very Deep Pit, and then the
Heffalump would come along and fall into the Pit, and—
“Why?” said Piglet.
“Why what?” said Pooh.
“Why would he fall in?”
Pooh rubbed his nose with his paw, and said that the Heffalump might be walking
along, humming a little song, and looking up at the sky, wondering if it would
rain, and so he wouldn't see the Very Deep Pit until he was half-way down, when
it would be too late.
Piglet said that this was a very good Trap, but supposing it were raining
Pooh rubbed his nose again, and said that he hadn't thought of that. And
then he brightened up, and said that, if it were raining already, the Heffalump
would be looking at the sky wondering if it would clear up, and so he wouldn't
see the Very Deep Pit until he was half-way down.... When it would be too late.
Piglet said that, now that this point had been explained, he thought it was
a Cunning Trap.
Pooh was very proud when he heard this, and he felt that the Heffalump was
as good as caught already, but there was just one other thing which had to be
thought about, and it was this. Where should they dig the Very Deep Pit?