Then he thought another long time, and said: "And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey."
And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is so that I can eat it."  So he began to climb the tree.
He
climbed
and
he
climbed
and
he
climbed,
and
as
he
climbed
he
sang
a
little
song
to
himself.
It
went
like
this:
Isn't it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?
Then he climbed a little further. . . and a lttle further. . . and then just a little further.  By that time he had thought of another song...

He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song.  He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch. . .
Crack!

"Oh, help!" said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
"If only I hadn't----"he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.
"You see, what I meant to do," he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, "what I meant to do---"
"Of course, it was rather---" he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.
"It all comes, I suppose ," he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, "it all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!"
-from Winnie the Pooh-
"Hallo!" said Piglet, "what are you doing?"
"Hunting," said Pooh.
"Hunting what?"
"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
squeal 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 Woozle.
"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 to-
gether.
-from Winnie the Pooh-
Now one day Pooh and Piglet and Rabbit and Roo were all playing Poohsticks together.  They 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," siad 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 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.
-from "The House
At Pooh Corner"-
While all this was happening, Piglet had gone back to his own house to get Eeyore's balloon.  He held it very tightly against hmself, so that it shouldn't blow away, and he ran as fast as  he could so as to get to Eeyore before Pooh did; for he thought that wold like to be the first one to give a present, just as if he had thought of it without being told by anybody.  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 flat on his face.
BANG!!!???***!!!
Piglet lay there, wondering what had happened.  At first he thought that the whole world had blown up; and then he thought that perhaps only the Forest part of it had; and then he thought that perhaps only he had, and he was now alone in the moon or somewhere, and would never see Christopher Robin or Pooh or Eeyore again.  And he thought, "Well, even if I'm in the moon, I needn't be face downwards all the time," so he got cautiously up and looked about him.
He was still in the Forest!
"Well, that's funny," he thought.  "I wonder what that bang was.  I couldn't have made such a noise just falling down.  And where's my balloon?  And what's that small piece of damp rag doing?"
It was the balloon!

-from "Winnie-the-Pooh"-
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