Winnie the Pooh
Excerpts from original AA Milne book: "Winnie The Pooh"
I could spend a happy morning
I could spend a happy morning
For it doesn't seem to matter
If I don't get any fatter
(And I don't get any fatter),
What I do.
This is a page about Winnie the Pooh
In which Pooh goes visiting and gets into
a tight place
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 going on."
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 ...and then -
"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 andbother'."
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 at him.
"Hallo, are you stuck?" he asked.
"N-no," said Pooh carelessly. "Just resting and thinking and humming to myself."
THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER: CHAPTER TWO
in which Tigger comes to the Forest
and has breakfast
Winnie-the-Pooh woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and listened. Then he got out of bed, and lit his
candle, and stumped across the room to see if anybody was trying to get into his honey-cupboard, and they weren't,
so he stumped back again, blew out his candle, and got into bed. Then he heard the noise again.
'Is that you, Piglet ?' he said.
But it wasn't.
'Come in, Christopher Robin,' he said.
But Christopher Robin didn't.
'Tell me about it to-morrow, Eeyore," said Pooh sleepily.
But the noise went on.
'Worraworraworraworraworra,' said Whatever-it-was, and Pooh found that he wasn't asleep after all.
'What can it be ?' he thought. 'There are lots of noises in the Forest, but this is a different one.
It isn't a growl, and it isn't a purr, and it isn't a bark, and it isn't the
noise-you-make-before-beginning-a-piece-of-poetry, but it's a noise of kind, made by a strange animal!
And he's making it outside my door. So I shall get up and ask him not to do it.'
He got out of bed and opened his front door.
'Hallo!' said Pooh, in case there was anything outside.
'Hallo!' said Whatever-it-was.
'Oh .''said Pooh. 'Hallo!'
'Oh, there you are!' said Pooh. 'Hallo!'
'Hallo!' said the Strange Animal, wondering how long this was going on.
Pooh was just going to say 'Hallo!' for the fourth time when he thought that he wouldn't, so
he said, 'Who is it?' instead.
'Me,' said a voice.
'Oh!' said Pooh. 'Well, come here.'
So Whatever-it-was came here, and in the light of the candle he and Pooh looked at each other.
'I'm Pooh,' said Pooh.
'I'm Tigger,' said Tigger.
'Oh!' said Pooh, for he had never seen an animal like this before. 'Does Christopher Robin know about you ?'
'Of course he does,' said Tigger.
'Well,' said Pooh, 'it's the middle of the night, which is a good time for going to sleep.
And to-morrow morning we'll have some honey for breakfast. Do Tiggers like honey ?'
'They like everything,' said Tigger cheerfully.
'Then if they like going to sleep on the floor, I'll go back to bed,' said Pooh, 'and we'll do things in the morning.
Good night.' And he got back into bed and went fast asleep.
When he awoke in the morning, the first thing he saw was Tigger, sitting in front of the glass and looking at himself.
'Hallo!' said Pooh.
'Hallo!' said Tigger.
'I've found somebody just like me. I thought I was the only one of them.'
Pooh got out of bed, and began to explain what a looking-glass was, but just as he was getting to the
interesting part, Tigger said:
'Excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table,' and with one loud Worraworraworraworraworra
he jumped at the end of the tablecloth, pulled it to the ground, wrapped himself up in it three times, rolled to
the other end of the room, and, after a terrible struggle, got his head into the daylight again, and said cheerfully:
'Have I won?'
'That's my tablecloth,' said Pooh, as he began to unwind Tigger.
'I wondered what it was,' said Tigger.
'It on the table and you put things on it.'
'Then why did it try to bite me when I wasn't looking?'
'I don't think it did,' said Pooh.
'It tried,' said Tigger, 'but I was too quick for it.'
Pooh put the cloth back on the table, and he put a large honey-pot on the cloth, and they sat down to breakfast.
And as soon as they sat down, Tigger took a large mouthful of honey ... and hi looked up at the ceiling with his
head on one side, and made exploring noises with his tongue, and considering noises, and what-have-we-got-here
noises ... and then he said in a very decided voice:
'Tiggers don't like honey.'
'Oh!' said Pooh, and tried to make it sound Sad and Regretful. 'I thought they liked everything.'
'Everything except honey,' said Tigger.
Pooh felt rather pleased about this, and said that, as soon as he had finished his own breakfast, he would take
Tigger round to Piglet's house, and Tigger could try some of Piglet's haycorns.
'Thank you, Pooh,' said Tigger, 'because haycorns is really what Tiggers like best.'
So after breakfast they went round to see Piglet, and Pooh explained as they went that Piglet was a Very Small Animal
who didn't like bouncing, and asked Tigger not to be too Bouncy just at first. And Tigger, who had been hiding
behind trees and jumping out on Pooh's shadow when it wasn't looking, said that Tiggers were only bouncy before
breakfast, and that as soon as they had had a few haycorns they became Quiet and Refined. So by-and-by they
knocked at the door of Piglet's house.
'Hallo, Pooh,' said Piglet.
'Hallo, Piglet. This is Tigger.'
'Oh, is it?' said Piglet, and he edged round to the other side of the table. 'I thought Tiggers were smaller than that.'
'Not the big ones,' said Tigger.
'Oh, there you are, Tigger!' said Christopher Robin. 'I knew you'd be somewhere.'
'I've been finding things in the Forest,' said Tigger importantly. 'I've found a pooh and a piglet and an
eeyore, but I can't find any breakfast.'
Pooh and Piglet came up and hugged Christopher Robin, and explained what had been happening.
'Don't you know what Tiggers like?' asked Pooh.
'I expect if I thought very hard I should,' said Christopher Robin, 'but I thought Tigger knew.'
'I do,' said Tigger. 'Everything there is in the world except honey and haycorns and - what were those hot things
'Yes, and those.'
THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER: CHAPTER FOUR
in which it is shown that Tiggers don't climb trees
Piglet was busy digging a small hole in the ground outside his house.
'Hallo, Piglet,' said Pooh.
'Hallo, Pooh,' said Piglet, giving a jump of surprise. 'I knew it was you.'
'So did I,' said Pooh. 'What are you doing?'
'I'm planting a haycorn, Pooh, so that it can grow up into an oak-tree, and have lots of haycorns just outside
the front door instead of having to walk miles and miles, do you see, Pooh?'
'Supposing it doesn't?' said Pooh.
'It will, because Christopher Robin says it will, so that's why I'm planting it.'
'Besides, Pooh, it's a very difficult thing, planting unless you know how to do it,' he said; and he put the acorn
in the hole he had made, and covered it up with earth, and jumped on it.
'I do know,' said Pooh, 'because Christopher Robin sav me a mastershalum seed, and I planted it, and I'm going to
have mastershalums all over the front door.'
'I thought they were called nasturtiums,' said Piglet timidly, as he went on jumping.
'No,' said Pooh. 'Not these. These are called mastershalums.'
When Piglet had finished jumping, he wiped his paws on his front, and said, 'What shall we do now?' and Pooh
said, 'Let's go and see Kanga and Roo and Tigger,' and Piglet said, 'Y-yes. L-lets' - because he was still a little
anxious about Tigger, who was a very Bouncy Animal, with a way of saying How-do-you-do, which always left your ears
full of sand, even after Kanga had said, 'Gently, Tigger dear,' and had helped you up again. So they set off for
Now it happened that Kanga had felt rather motherly that morning, and Wanting to Count Things - like Roo's vests,
and how many pieces of soap there were left, and the two clean spots in Tigger's feeder; so she had sent them out
with a packet of watercress sandwiches for Roo and a packet of extract-of-malt sandwiches for Tigger, to have a nice
long morning in the Forest not getting into mischief. And off they had gone.
And as they went, Tigger told Roo (who wanted to know) all about the things that Tiggers could do.
'Can they fly?' asked Roo.
'Yes,' said Tigger, 'they're very good flyers, Tiggers are. Strornry good flyers.'
'Oo!' said Roo. 'Can they fly as well as Owl?'
'Yes,' said Tigger. 'Only they don't want to.'
'Why don't they want to?'
'Well, they just don't like it, somehow.'
Roo couldn't understand this, because he thought it would be lovely to be able to fly, but Tigger said it was,
difficult to explain to anybody who wasn't a Tigger himself.
'Well,' said Roo, 'can they jump as far as Kangas?'
'Yes,' said Tigger. 'When they want to.'
'I love jumping,' said Roo. 'Let's see who can jump farthest you or me.'
'I can,' said Tigger. 'But we mustn't stop now, or we shall be late.'
'Late for what?'
'For whatever we want to be in time for,' said Tigger, hurrying on.
In a little while they came to the Six Pine Treeas.
'I can swim,' said Roo. 'I fell into the river, and I swimmed. Can Tiggers swim?'
'Of course they can. Tiggers can do everything.'
'Can they climb trees better than Pooh?' asked Roo, stopping under the tallest Pine Tree, and looking up at it.
'Climbing trees is what they do best,' said Tigger. 'Much better than Poohs.'
'Could they climb this one?'
'They're always climbing trees like that,' said Tigger. 'Up and down all day.'
'Oo, Tigger, are they really?'
'I'll show you,' said Tigger bravely, 'and you can sit on my back and watch me.' For of all the things which he
had said Tiggers could do, the only one he felt really certain about suddenly was climbing trees.
'Oo, Tigger - oo, Tigger - oo, Tigger!' squeaked Roo excitedly.
So he sat on Tigger's back and up they went.
And for the first ten feet Tigger said happily to himself, 'Up we go!'
And for the next ten feet he said:
'I always said Tiggers could climb trees.'
And for the next ten feet he said:
'Not that it's easy, mind you.'
And for the next ten feet he said:
'Of course, there's the coming-down too. Backwards.'
And then he said:
'Which will be difficult ...'
'Unless one fell ...'
'When it would be ...'
And at the word 'easy,' the branch he was standing on broke suddenly and he just managed to clutch at the one above
him as he felt himself going . . . and then slowly he got his chin over it... and then one back paw . . . and then
the other ... until at last he was sitting on it, breathing very quickly, and wishing that he had gone in for
Roo climbed off, and sat down next to him.
'Oo, Tigger,' he said excitedly, 'are we at the top?'
'No,' said Tigger.
'Are we going to the top?'
'No,' said Tigger.
'Oh!' said Roo rather sadly. And then he went on hopefully: 'That,was a lovely bit just now, when you pretended
we were going to fall-bump-to-the-bottom, and we didn't. Will you do that bit again?'
'NO,' said Tigger.
Roo was silent for a little while, and then he said, 'Shall we eat our sandwiches, Tigger?' And Tigger said, 'Yes,
where are they?' And Roo said, 'At the bottom of the tree.'
And Tigger said, 'I don't think we'd better eat them just yet.'
So they didn't.
By-and-by Pooh and Piglet came along. Pooh was telling Piglet in a singing voice that it didn't seem to matter,
if he didn't get any fatter, and he didn't think he was getting any fatter, what he did; and Piglet was
wondering how long it would be before his haycorn came up.
'Look, Pooh!' said Piglet suddenly. 'There's something in one of the Pine Trees.'
'So there is!' said Pooh, looking up wonderingly. 'There's an Animal.'
Piglet took Pooh's arm, in case Pooh was frightened.
'Is it One of the Fiercer Animals?' he said, looking the other way.
'It's a Jagular,' he said.
'What do Jagulars do?' asked Piglet, hoping that thp wouldn't.
'They hide in the branches of trees and drop on you a you go underneath,' said Pooh. 'Christopher Robin told me'
'Perhaps we better hadn't go underneath, Pooh. In case he dropped and hurt himself.'
'They don't hurt themselves,' said Pooh. 'They're such very good droppers.'
Piglet still felt that to be underneath a Very Good Dropper would be a Mistake, and he was just going to hurry
back for something which he had forgotten when the Jagular called out to them.
'Help! Help!'it called.
'That's what Jagulars always do,' said Pooh, much interested. 'They call "Help! Help!" and then when you look up,
they drop on you.'
'I'm looking down,' cried Piglet loudly, so as the Jagular shouldn't do the wrong thing by accident.
Something very excited next to the Jagular heard him, and squeaked:
'Pooh and Piglet! Pooh and Piglet!'
All of a sudden Piglet felt that it was a much nicer day than he had thought it was. All warm and sunny-
'Pooh!' he cried. 'I believe it's Tigger and Roo!'
'So it is,' said Pooh. 'I thought it was a Jagular and another Jagular.'
'Hallo, Roo!' called Piglet. 'What are you doing?'
'We can't get down, we can't get down!' cried Roo. 'Isn't it fun? Pooh, isn't it fun, Tigger and I are living in a
tree, like Owl, and we're going to stay here for ever and ever. I can see Piglet's house. Piglet, I can see your house
from here Aren't we high? Is Owl's house as high up as this?'
'How did you get there, Roo ?' asked Piglet.
'On Tigger's back! And Tiggers can't climb downwards, because their tails get in the way, only upwards, and Tigger
forgot about that when we started, and he's only just remembered. So we've got to stay here for ever and ever -unless
we go higher. What did you say, Tigger? Oh, Tigger says if we go higher we shan't be able to see Piglet's house so well,
so we're going to stop here.'
'Piglet,' said Pooh solemnly, when he had heard all this, 'what shall we do ?' And he began to eat Tigger's
'Are they stuck?' asked Piglet anxiously.
'Couldn't you climb up to them?'
'I might, Piglet, and I might bring Roo down on my back, but I couldn't bring Tigger down. So we must think of
something else.' And in a thoughtful way he began to eat Roo's sandwiches, too.
Whether he would have thought of anything before he had finished the last sandwich, I don't know, but he had just
got to the last but one when there was a crackling in the bracken, and Christopher Robin and Eeyore came strol-ling
Christopher Robin looked up at Tigger and Roo, and tried to think of something.
'I thought,' said Piglet earnestly, 'that if Eeyore stood at the bottom of the tree, and if Pooh stood on
Eeyore's back, and if I stood on Pooh's shoulders-'
'And if Eeyore's back snapped suddenly, then we could all laugh. Ha ha! Amusing in a quiet way,' said Eeyore,
but not really helpful.'
'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.
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: Tm 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.
THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER: CHAPTER SIX
in which Pooh invents a new game
and Eeyore joins in
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 only one which had been seen, and that meant that he
'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 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.
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. ...
'How did you fall in, Eeyore?' asked Rabbit, as he dried him with Piglet's handkerchief.
'I didn't,' said Eeyore.
'But how - '
'I was B O U N C E D,' said Eeyore.
'Oo,' said Roo excitedly, 'did somebody push you?'
'Somebody BOUNCED me. I was just thinking by the side of the river - thinking, if any of you know what that means - when
I received a loud B O U N C E.'
'Oh, Eeyore!' said everybody.
'Are you sure you didn't slip?' asked Rabbit wisely.
'Of course I slipped. If you're standing on the slippery bank of a river, and somebody B O U N C E S you loudly from
behind, you slip. What did you think I did?'
'Hallo, everybody,' said Tigger cheerfully.
'Hallo, Tigger,' said Roo.
Rabbit became very important suddenly.
'Tigger,' he said solemnly, 'what happened just now?'
'Just when?' said Tigger a little uncomfortably.
'When you bounced Eeyore into the river.'
'I didn't bounce him.'
'You bounced me,' said Eeyore gruffly.
'I didn't really. I had a cough, and I happened to be behind Eeyore, and I said "Grrrr- oppp -ptschschschz."'
'Why?' said Rabbit, helping Piglet up, and dusting him. 'It's all right, Piglet.'
'It took me by surprise,' said Piglet nervously.
'I didn't bounce, I coughed,' said Tigger crossly.
'Bouncy or coffy, it's all the same at the bottom of th river.'
... and Christopher Robin and Pooh and Piglet were left on the bridge by themselves.
For a long time they looked at the river beneath them, saying nothing, and the river said nothing too,
for it felt very quiet and peaceful on this summer afternoon.
'Tigger is all right, really,' said Piglet lazily.
'Of course he is,' said Christopher Robin.
'Everybody is really,' said Pooh. 'That's what I think,' said Pooh. 'But I don't suppose I'm right,' he said.
'Of course you are,' said Christopher Robin.
THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER: CHAPTER SEVEN
in which Tigger is unbounced
One day Rabbit and Piglet were sitting outside Pooh's front door listening to Rabbit, and Pooh was sitting with them.
It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to
Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got into a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit,
and from time to time he opened his eyes to say 'Ah!' and then closed them again to say 'True,' and from time to
time Rabbit said, 'You see what I mean, Piglet,' very earnestly, and Piglet nodded earnestly to show that he did.
'In fact,' said Rabbit, coming to the end of it at last, 'Tigger's getting so Bouncy nowadays that it's time we
taught him a lesson. Don't you think so, Piglet?'
Piglet said that Tigger was very Bouncy, and that if they could think of a way of unbouncing him it would be a
Very Good Idea.
'Just what I feel,' said Rabbit. 'What do you say, Pooh?'
Pooh opened his eyes with a jerk and said 'Extremely.'
'Extremely what?' asked Rabbit.
'What you were saying,' said Pooh. 'Undoubtably.'
Piglet gave Pooh a stiffening sort of nudge, and Pooh, who felt more and more that he was somewhere else, got up
slowly and began to look for himself.
'Pooh,' said Piglet reproachfully, 'haven't you been listening to what Rabbit was saying?'
'I listened, but I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?'
Rabbit never minded saying things again, so he asked where he should begin from; and when Pooh had said from the moment
when the fluff got in his ear, and Rabbit had asked when that was, and Pooh had said he didn't know because he hadn't
heard properly, Piglet settled it all by saying that what they were trying to do was, they were just trying to think of
a way to get the bounces out of Tigger, because however much you liked him, you couldn't deny it, he did bounce.
'Oh, I see,' said Pooh.
'There's too much of him,' said Rabbit, 'that's what it comes to.'
Pooh tried to think, and all he could think of was some-thing which didn't help at all. So he hummed it very quietly
If Tigger was smaller,
Then Tigger's bad habit
Of bouncing at Rabbit
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