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 isnt.
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?"
"So did I," said Christopher Robin.
"Then you cant call him Winnie?"
"I dont."
"But you said-"
"Hes Winnie-ther-Pooh. Dont you know what 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--
"What about a story?" said Christopher Robin.
"What about a story?" I said.
"Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"
"I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?"
"About himself. Because hes that sort of Bear."
"Oh, I see."
"So could you very sweetly?"
"Ill 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.
("What does under the name mean?" asked Christopher Robin. "It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it."
"Winnie-the-Pooh wasnt quite sure," said Christopher Robin.
"Now I am," said a growly voice.
"Then I will go on," said I.)
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