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And yours isn’t there!”

“Eeyore,” he said solemnly,
“I, Winnie-the-Pooh,
will find your tail for you.”

“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.”

“Handsome bell-rope, isn’t it?” said Owl. Pooh nodded.
“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…and as nobody seemed to want it, I took it home…”

“Owl, said Pooh solemnly,
“You made a mistake.
Somebody did want it… Eeyore.
My dear friend Eeyore.”

So with these words he unhooked it and carried it back to Eeyore; and when Christopher Robin had nailed it on in its right place again, Eeyore frisked about the forest, wearing his tail so happily…

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.

“Piglet, I have decided something.”
“What have you decided, Pooh?”
“I have decided to catch a Heffalump.”

“Help, help!” cried Piglet, “a Heffalump, a Horrible Heffalump!” and he scampered off as hard as he could, still crying out, “Help, help, a Herrible Hoffalump! Hoff, Hoff, a Hellible Horralump! Holl, Holl, a Hoffable Hellerump!” And he didn’t stop crying and scampering until he got to Christopher Robin’s house.

Suddenly Christopher Robin began to laugh… and he laughed… and he laughed… and he laughed.
And while he was still laughing – Crash went the Heffalump’s head against the tree-root, Smash went the jar, and out came Pooh’s head…

“Oh, Bear!” said Christopher Robin. “How I do love you!”
“So do I,” said Pooh.

“…I’ll give him a balloon.”And running along, and thinking how pleased Eeyore would be, he didn’t look where he was going … and suddenly he put his foot in a rabbit hole, and fell down flat on his face. BANG!!!???***!!!

“Thank you, Piglet,” said Eeyore.

“I’ve brought you a little present,” said Pooh excitedly…
“It’s a Useful Pot,” said Pooh. “Here it is.
And it’s got ‘A Very Happy Birthday with love from Pooh’ written on it.
That’s what all that writing is.
And it’s for putting things in. There!”

But Eeyore wasn’t listening. He was taking
the balloon out, and putting it back again, as
happy as could be….

“The question is, What are we to do about Kanga?”
“The best way,” said Rabbit, “would be this.
The best way would be to steal Baby Roo and hide him…”

And then at last Kanga did turn her head… And the moment that her head was turned, Rabbit said in a loud voice, “In you go, Roo!” and in jumped Piglet into Kanga’s pocket…

“Now then, Roo, dear,” she said, as she took Piglet out of her pocket, “Bed-time.”
“Bath first,” said Kanga in a cheerful voice.

“I am not Roo,” said Piglet loudly. “I am Piglet!”
“Yes, dear, yes,” said Kanga soothingly…

…There was a knock at the door… and in came Christopher Robin.

“Christopher Robin! Christopher Robin!” cried Piglet. “Tell Kanga who I am! She keeps saying I’m Roo. I’m not Roo, am I?”
Christopher Robin looked at him very carefully, and shook his head.
“You can’t be Roo,” he said, “because I’ve just seen Roo playing in Rabbit’s house.”
“Well!” said Kanga. “Fancy that! Fancy my making a mistake like that.”

So Kanga and Roo stayed in the Forest.
And every Tuesday Roo spent the day with his great friend Rabbit,
and every Tuesday Kanga spent the day with her great friend Pooh, teaching him to jump,
and every Tuesday Piglet spent the day with his great friend Christopher Robin.
So they were all happy again.

“Pooh,” said Christopher Robin, “where did you find that pole?”
Pooh looked at the pole in his hands.
“I just found it,” he said. “I thought it ought to be useful. I just picked it up.”
“Pooh,” said Christopher Robin solemnly, “the Expedition is over. You have found the North Pole!”

They stuck the pole in the ground,
and Christopher Robin tied a message on to it.

NORTH POLE
DISCOVERED BY POOH
POOH FOUND IT

Then they all went home again. And I think, but I am not quite sure, that Roo had a hot bath and went straight to bed. But Pooh went back to his own house, and feeling very proud of what he had done, had a little something to revive himself.

He left the window and began to search his house, all of it that wasn’t under water, and at last he found a pencil and a small piece of dry paper, and a bottle with a cork to it. And he wrote on one side of the paper:

HELP!
PIGLET (ME)

And on the other side:

IT’S ME PIGLET, HELP HELP.

Then he put the paper in the bottle, and he corked the bottle up as tightly as he could, and he leant out of his window as far as he could… and he threw the bottle as far as he could throw — splash!

“I had a Very Important Missage sent me in a bottle, and owing to having got some water in my eyes, I couldn’t read it, so I brought it to you. On my boat.

Christopher Robin read the message aloud.
“We must rescue him at once!”

Well, you can imagine his joy
when at last he saw the good ship…
coming over the sea to rescue him.

“This party,” said Christopher Robin,” is a party because of what someone did, and we all know who it was, and it’s his party, because of what he did, and I’ve got a present for him and here it is.”

…They were all saying… “Open it, Pooh,” “What is it, Pooh?” “I know what it is,” “No, you don’t” and other helpful remarks of this sort.

When Pooh saw what it was, he nearly fell down, he was so pleased. It was a special Pencil Case. There were pencils in it marked “B” for Bear, and pencils marked “HB” for Helping Bear, and pencils marked “BB” for Brave Bear. There was a knife…india rubber…a ruler…

And all these lovely things were in little pockets of their own in a Special Case which shut with a click when you clicked it. And they were all for Pooh.

Later on, when they had all said
“Good-bye” and “Thank-you”
to Christopher Robin,
Pooh and Piglet walked home
thoughtfully together in the golden evening,
and for a long time they were silent.

He gave a deep sigh, picked his bear up by the leg and walked off to the door, trailing Winnie-the-Pooh behind him.

At the door he turned and said “Coming to see me have my bath?”
“I might,” I said.
“Was Pooh’s pencil case any better than mine?”
“It was just about the same,” I said.

He nodded and went out…
and in a moment I heard Winnie-the-Pooh
bump, bump, bump — going up the stairs behind him.