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Thank you.

This could be the room of any small boy, but it just happens to belong to a boy

named Christopher Robin.

Like most small boys, Christopher Robin has toy animals to play with, and they

live together in a wonderful world of make-believe.

But his best friend is a bear called Winnie the Pooh, or Pooh for short.

Now, Pooh had some very unusual adventures, and they all happened right

here. in the Hundred Acre Wood.

There's Rabbit and Piglet and there's Owl, but most of all

Winnie the Pooh.

Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, cubby little cubby, all stuffed with

fluff. He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, willy nilly silly.

Now, the hundred-acre wood boasted many natural wonders, but none was more

beautiful than a tiny stream running through the forest.

This particular stream had a very long way to travel.

And by the time it reached the edge of the forest, it had grown up so it was

almost a river.

Being grown up, it said to itself, there is no hurry. We shall get... there some

day.

Now crossing the river, at its most peaceful spot, was an old wooden bridge.

It was a familiar spot to Winnie the Pooh, for he would often wander there,

doing nothing in particular and thinking nothing in particular.

but on the most recent of these excursions something took his mind off

of nothing this is a very good fir-cone and

something ought to rhyme to it think think think now fir

-cones belong in trees up high with the buzzing bees but this one i found

Down on the ground, freed by a gentle breeze.

Oh, bother.

I suppose I shall have to find another one.

Pooh had every intention of getting another fur cone.

but the river was slipping away so peacefully beneath him that he began to

slip away with it that's funny i dropped it on the other side

and it came out on this side i wonder if it would do it again

I wonder which will come out first.

Well, the big one came out first, and the little one came out last, which was

what Pooh wanted.

I did?

Yes, Pooh. And that was the beginning of a game called Pooh Sticks.

Which I invented.

Now, one day, Pooh and Piglet, Rabbit and Roo were all playing Pooh Sticks

together. But why call it Pooh Sticks?

I thought I started with fur cones.

You did, Pooh, but sticks were easier to mark.

Oh, yes.

Now I remember.

Ahem.

Now, one day, Pooh and Piglet, Rabbit and Roo were all playing Pooh sticks

together. All right. Now, the first stick to pass all the way under the

bridge wins.

Now, on your marks, get set... Roo!

We must all start together.

Oh dear, now where was I? Oh yes, on your marks, get set...

Go!

I can see mine!

I win!

I win!

Can you see yours, Pooh? No, I expect my sticks stuck.

They always take longer than you think. Oh, I can see yours, Piglet. Mine's a

sort of grayish one.

Yes, that's what I can see.

It's coming over to my side.

Come on, Stick.

Stick, Stick.

Are you sure it's mine?

It's a big gray one. Here it comes, a very big gray.

No, no, no, no, no, it isn't. It's, it's... Eeyore.

Don't pay any attention to me.

Nobody ever does.

Eeyore, what are you doing down there?

Give you three guesses.

Fishing? Wrong.

Going for a sail?

Wrong again.

Waiting for somebody to help you out of the river?

That's right.

Give Rabbit the time and he'll get the answer.

He's going round and round.

If I decide to practice the slide movement from right to left,

or left to right, it's nobody's business but my own.

Eeyore, what can we... I mean, how should we... You think if

we... Yes, one of those would be just the thing.

Thank you, Piglet. I've got an idea.

But I don't suppose it's a very good one. I don't suppose it is.

Go on, Pooh. Let's have it.

Well, if we all threw stones and things into the river on one side of Eeyore,

the stones would make waves, and the waves would wash them to the other side.

Oh, yeah.

That's a very good idea. I'm glad we thought of it, Pooh.

Pooh?

Oh, Piglet, Piglet, give Pooh a little more room.

Get back a bit there, Roo.

I think a little to the left, Pooh.

No, to the right, yes.

Eeyore, could you stop turning round for a moment?

Because it muddles me rather.

I like turning, especially round.

Pooh, when I say now, you can drop it.

Eeyore! When I say now, Pooh will drop the stone.

Are you ready? Ready. Good. One.

Let me see. Two.

Now.

Oh, dear.

Perhaps it wasn't such a very good idea after all.

There he is.

That happens when you've been in a river a long time, Bigfoot. How did you fall

in, Eeyore?

I was bounced.

Did somebody push you?

Somebody bounced me.

I was thinking by the side of the river, minding my own business, when I received

a loud bounce.

But who did it?

I expect it was Tigger.

Eeyore, was it... Tigger?

Hello, rabbit!

Tigger, what happened just now?

Just when?

When you bounced Eeyore into the river.

I didn't bounce him.

He bounced me.

I didn't, really.

I just had a cough, you see, and I happened to be behind Eeyore, and I

said...

It's all right, Piglet.

That's what I call bouncing.

I didn't bounce. I coughed.

Bouncing or coughing, it's all the same.

Oh, no, it's not.

Try bouncing me, Tigger.

All I did was cough.

You bounced.

Coughed. Bounced.

Coughed. Excuse me. Perhaps I can help.

Who said that?

It's the narrator.

In order to find out what really happened...

We'll simply return to the spot where Eeyore was thinking by the side of the

river, up at the top of page 245.

There's Eeyore!

Shh!

So he did bounce him!

Oh well, it was just a joke.

Some people have no sense of humor.

Tigger's so thoughtless with his bouncing.

Why should Tigger think of me?

Nobody else does.

Why do you say that, Eeyore?

Without question, something was troubling Eeyore. And while his friends

puzzled over his unusual behavior...

Eeyore followed the stream back to his gloomy spot, which became even

gloomier than usual.

Pathetic.

Just as I thought.

No better from this side.

Nobody minds.

Nobody cares.

Pathetic. Eeyore, what's the matter?

What makes you think anything's the matter?

You seem so sad.

Why should I be sad?

It's my birthday, the happiest day of the year.

Your birthday?

Of course. Can't you see all the presents?

No. Can't you see the cake?

The candles.

The pink sugar.

No. Neither can I.

Oh. Well, many happy returns of the day, Eeyore.

Thank you, Pooh.

But we can't all.

And some of us don't. Can't all what?

No gaiety.

No song and dance.

No here we go round the mulberry bush.

But don't worry about me, Pooh.

Go and enjoy yourself.

i'll stay here and be miserable with no presents no cake

no candles eeyore wait right here pooh hurried home as fast as he

could when who should he find in front of his house but piglet hello pooh what

are you trying to do i'm trying to

That is, I was trying to reach the knocker. Let me do it for you. But,

Pooh.

I found out what's troubling poor Eeyore.

It's his birthday, and nobody has taken any notice of it. And he's very gloomy,

and... Well, whoever lives here certainly takes a long time answering

his door.

But, Pooh, isn't this your house?

Oh. So it is.

Well, let's go in.

Hmm, I must get poor Eeyore a present of some sort.

Ah, honey, that should do very well.

What are you going to give, Piglet?

Couldn't I give it too, from both of us?

no piglet that would not be a very good plan perhaps

i could give eeyore a balloon that piglet is a very good idea nobody could

be uncheered by a balloon i have one at home i'll go and get it r-r-r-right now

so off piglet trotted in one direction and in the other direction went

pooh with his jar of honey however Pooh hadn't gone very far when a very funny

feeling began to creep over him.

It began at the tip of his nose and trickled all the way down to the soles

of his feet, as if someone inside him was saying, Now then, Pooh, time for a

little something.

So Pooh had a little something.

And then he had a little more.

And a little more.

until he had taken his last lick from the inside of the jar.

Now let me see.

Where was I going?

Oh, yes, Eeyore. I was going to... Oh,

bother. I must give Eeyore something.

I think I shall go see my good friend Owl.

That should do it. The perfect spot.

Yes, yes, coming.

Pooh, to what do I owe this?

Many happy returns of Eeyore's birthday, Owl.

Oh, is that what it was?

Well, come in, Pooh, come in.

You know, that reminds me of the birthday of my great-uncle Robert, a

portrait of whom you see upon the wall on your right.

He had just reached the ripe old age of 103, although, of course, he would only

admit to 97, and we all felt a celebration was in order. So, while

Uncle Robert was returning in the late forenoon from a... What are you giving

him, Al?

Giving who, Pooh?

Eeyore. Oh, Eeyore.

Yes, I... What are you giving him, Pooh?

I'm giving him this useful pot to keep things in, and I wanted to ask you... A

useful pot?

Hmm.

Evidently, someone has been keeping honey in it.

You can keep anything in it.

It's very useful like that.

And I wanted to ask you... Oh, you ought to write happy birthday on it. That was

what I wanted to ask you. My spelling is wobbly.

Very well, then.

If you please.

It's easier if people don't look while I'm writing.

There. All finished.

What do you think of it?

I kept it simple.

Just saying happy birthday.

It seems like a lot of words.

Yes. Well, actually, of course, I wrote a very happy birthday with

love from Pooh.

Naturally, it takes a good deal of words to say a long thing like that.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you, Owl. Eeyore will be most pleased.

Oh, I do hope so.

Oh, this is so exciting.

I'm flying directly over to Christopher Robbins to tell him the news.

Many happy returns of Eeyore's birthday, Piglet.

And many happy returns to you too, Owl.

Oh,

dear.

Oh, dearie-de-de-de-dear-dear.

What shall I? How shall I?

Well, perhaps Eeyore doesn't like balloons so very much.

Good afternoon, Piglet, if it is a good afternoon, which I doubt.

Many happy returns of the d-d-d-day.

Meaning my birthday?

Yes, sir, and I... I've brought you a present.

Pardon me, Piglet.

My hearing must be going.

I thought you said you brought me a present.

I did.

I've brought you a b-b-b-balloon.

Balloon? Did you say balloon?

Yes, but I'm afraid.

Oh, I'm very sorry. But when I was running, that is, to bring it, I fell

down and... My balloon,

my birthday balloon, red, my favorite

color.

How big was it? About as big as me.

My favorite size.

Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore.

I've brought you a little present.

It's a useful pot, and it's got a very happy birthday with love from Pooh

written on it.

And it's for putting things in.

Like a balloon?

Oh, no, Eeyore.

Balloons are much too big to go into a... So it does.

Eeyore, I'm very glad that I thought of giving you a useful pot to put things

in. And I'm very glad I thought of giving you something to put in a useful

p-p-p-pot.

Many happy returns, Eeyore.

Hooray!

Bravo!

Bravo! Good show!

This reminds me of the party we once gave my great Uncle Robert.

He had just reached the ripe old age of 103, though of course he would only

admit to 97.

So we had to instruct the guests to pretend that he... Hello!

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Nat!

Tigger. Hello, Tigger. We're having a party. A party?

Oh, boy, a party. Tiggers love parties.

Oh, and cake.

You've got a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did to Eeyore.

Well,

I think Tigger should leave.

What do you think, Christopher Robin?

I think... I think we all ought to play poo-sticks.

Poo-sticks?

Oh, boy!

That's what tiggers do best!

So they gathered on the old wooden bridge and played the game for many

contented hours.

And Eeyore, who had never played it before, won more times than anyone else.

But poor Tigger won none at all.

Tiggers don't like poo sticks.

Let's play again.

We must go home now, dear.

It's past your bedtime.

Gee, do we have to?

I'm not tired.

Come along.

I think we should all be going. Yes, quite right.

Congratulations, Eeyore. It's been a delightful party.

Thank you all.

Tigger, I'd be happy to tell you my secret for winning at Pooh Sticks. You

would? It's very easy. You just have to let your stick drop in a twitchy sort of

way. Oh, yeah, I forgot to twitch. That was my problem.

Monster again.

Tigger's all right, really.

Of course he is.

Everybody is, really.

That's what I think.

But I don't suppose I'm right.

Of course you are, silly old bear.