The House at Pooh Corner

As soon as was out of But was quite sure; and his While Piglet was dreaming this But, as it happened, it was Rabbit who saw sight, Pooh remembered that he mind ran on, and he saw Pooh happy dream, and Pooh was Piglet first. Piglet had got up early that morning had forgotten to ask who Small and the talking to wondering again whether it was to pick himself a bunch of violets; and when he was, and whether he was the sort each other, and he thought fourteen or fifteen, the Search for had picked them and put them in a pot in the of friend-and-relation who suddenly, and a little sadly, that Small was still going on all over middle of his house, it suddenly came over him settled on one's nose, or the sort it would have been rather nice if the Forest. Small's real name was that nobody had ever picked a bunch of who got trodden on by mistake, it had been Piglet and the Very Small Beetle, but he was violets, and the more he thought of this, the and as it was Too Late Now, he Heffalump talking so grandly to called Small for short, when he more he thought how sad it was to be an thought he would begin the Hunt each other, and not Pooh, much was spoken to at all, which Animal who had never had a bunch of violets by looking for Piglet, and asking as he loved Pooh; because he hardly ever happened except picked for him. So he hurried out again, saying him what they were looking for really had more brain than Pooh, when somebody said: Really, to himself, "Eeyore, Violets" and then "Violets, before he looked for it. and the conversation would go Small! He had been staying with Eeyore," in case he forgot, because it was that better if he and not Pooh were for a few sort of day, and he picked a large bunch and doing one side of it, and it would seconds, and he had started trotted along, smelling them, and feeling very be comforting afterwards in the round a gorse-bush for exercise, happy, until he came to the place where Eeyore evenings to look back on the day but instead of coming back the was. when he answered a Heffalump other way, as expected, he back as bravely as if the hadn't, so nobody knew where he Heffalump wasn't there. It was. seemed so easy now. He knew just what he would say:

So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.