Winnie the pooh classic book

If you happen to have read another book about Christopher Robin, you may

remember that he once had a swan (or the swan had Christopher Robin, I

don't know which) and that he used to call this swan Pooh. That was a long

time ago, and when we said good-bye, we took the name with us, as we

didn't think the swan would want it any more. Well, when Edward Bear said

that he would like an exciting name all to himself, Christopher Robin said at

once, without stopping to think, that he was Winnie-the-Pooh. And he was.

So, as I have explained the Pooh part, I will now explain the rest of it.

You can't be in London for long without going to the Zoo. There are some

people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as

quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called

WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most,

and stay there. So when Christopher Robin goes to the Zoo, he goes to where

the Polar Bears are, and he whispers something to the third keeper from the

left, and doors are unlocked, and we wander through dark passages and up

steep stairs, until at last we come to the special cage, and the cage is opened,

and out trots something brown and furry, and with a happy cry of "Oh,

Bear!" Christopher Robin rushes into its arms. Now this bear's name is

Winnie, which shows what a good name for bears it is, but the funny thing is

that we can't remember whether Winnie is called after Pooh, or Pooh after

Winnie. We did know once, but we have forgotten....

I had written as far as this when Piglet looked up and said in his squeaky

voice, "What about Me?" "My dear Piglet," I said, "the whole book is about

you." "So it is about Pooh," he squeaked. You see what it is. He is jealous

because he thinks Pooh is having a Grand Introduction all to himself. Pooh is

the favourite, of course, there's no denying it, but Piglet comes in for a good

many things which Pooh misses; because you can't take Pooh to school

without everybody knowing it, but Piglet is so small that he slips into a

pocket, where it is very comforting to feel him when you are not quite sure

whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two. Sometimes he slips out and

has a good look in the ink-pot, and in this way he has got more education