Winnie the Pooh E-Book

Milne A. A.

• Herausgeber: GAEditori
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Pooh is very fond of food, particularly "hunny", but also condensed milk and other items. When he visits friends, his desire to be offered a snack is in conflict with the impoliteness of asking too directly. Though intent on giving Eeyore a pot of honey for his birthday, Pooh could not resist eating it on his way to deliver the present and so instead gives Eeyore "a useful pot to put things in". When he and Piglet are lost in the forest during Rabbit's attempt to "unbounce" Tigger, Pooh finds his way home by following the "call" of the honeypots from his house. Pooh makes it a habit to have "a little something" around 11:00 in the morning. As the clock in his house "stopped at five minutes to eleven some weeks ago", any time can be Pooh's snack time.

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Winnie The Pooh

CHAPTER

It went like this:

And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),

CHAPTER THREE

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CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER TEN

Winnie The Pooh

A.A. Milne

with the original colourillustrationsbyE.H.Shepard

TO HER

Hand in hand we comeChristopherRobinandI Tolaythisbookinyourlap. Sayyou'resurprised?Sayyoulikeit?Sayit'sjustwhatyouwanted?Because it's yours--Becauseweloveyou.

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 anexcitingnamealltohimself,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 than Pooh, but Pooh doesn't mind. Some have brains, and some haven't, he says, and there it is.

And now, all the others are saying, 'What about Us?' So perhaps the best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.

A.A.M.

CHAPTER

ONE

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.

When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, 'But I thought he was a boy?'

'SodidI,'saidChristopher Robin. 'Thenyou can't call him Winnie?' 'I don't.'

'But you said--'

'He'sWinnie-ther-Pooh.Don'tyouknowwhat"ther"means?'

'Ah, yes, now I do,' I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get.

Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening--

'Whataboutastory?'saidChristopherRobin. ' Whatabout a story?' I said.

'CouldyouverysweetlytellWinnie-the-Poohone?'

'I suppose I could,' I said. 'What sort of stories does he like?' 'About himself. Because he's thatsort of Bear.'

'Oh, I see.'

'Socouldyouvery sweetly?' 'I'll try,' I said. So I tried.

Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the- Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.

('Whatdoes"underthename"mean?'askedChristopherRobin.

'Itmeanshehadthenameoverthedooringoldlettersandlivedunderit.''Winnie-the-Poohwasn'tquitesure,'saidChristopherRobin.

'NowIam,'saidagrowlyvoice.'ThenIwillgoon,'saidI.)

One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise.

Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws, and began to think.

First of all he said to himself: That buzzing-noise means something. You

don't get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee.

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 as Ican 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 little further ... and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song.

It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, They'd build their nests at the bottomof trees.

And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),

We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.

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 to 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 meantto do,' he explained, as he turned head-over-heels,

and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, 'what I meantto do--'

'Of course, it wasrather--' 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 likinghoney so much. Oh, help!'

He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.

('Wasthatme?'saidChristopherRobininanawedvoice,hardlydaringtobelieveit.

'Thatwasyou.'