lived by it.
Once, Winnie-the-Pooh went into
the forest to get a bite to eat.
He never objected to
getting a bite to eat.
Besides this, he was a poet who
composed poems in his free time.
and even songs...
not unlike these ones:
If I scratch my head at times,
it's no fright.
I have sawdust in my head,
that's quite right.
But though sawdust's
all that's there,
cry- and wail-poems very fair
(and noise-, huff- and bawl-
poems, also fair)
with some skill I sometimes can write.
Right.
Winnie-the-Pooh's life right
now is very sound!
That is why he sings all
of these songs out loud!
And he'll always be a winner
as long as he gets no thinner
and of course he'll get no thinner...
as long as he gets his
bite to eat on time.
Right.
Ridiculously High Oak
This "buzz" is no accident.
The tree itself cannot "buzz".
So the buzz must be someone else's.
Yet why would you buzz
if you're not a bee?
I think that's so.
And why do bees exist?
For making honey.
I think that's so.
And why does honey exist?
For me to eat it.
I think that's so.
Never, not for any reason,
Would we bears, if we were bees,
Even in the finest season,
Build our homes in such high trees
Bears like honey quite a lot.
What a riddle! Someone ought
To find out exactly why
They so love a good supply.
Mommy!
And so, Winnie-the-Pooh
went to his best friend Piglet,
who lived in a house with a
sign saying "Trespassers Will".
But the question of who
exactly was Trespassers Will
was puzzling even to Piglet.
Good morning, Winnie-the-Pooh!
Good morning, Piglet.
I wonder... if you've got
a balloon about you?
A balloon?
Yes.
I was just walking by and thinking:
Would Piglet happen to
have a balloon about him?
What do you need a balloon for?
Honey.
What?
Honey.
Who goes to get
honey with balloons?
I go.
Well, it just happened that Piglet
had been visiting Rabbit
and there he had been given
two wonderful balloons:
a green one and a blue one.
Which one do you like better?
It's like this:
when you go after honey,
the main thing is for the
bees not to recognise you.
If the balloon is green,
they might think it's a leaf,
and not notice it.
And if the balloon is blue,
they might think it's
just a part of the sky
and also not notice anything.
Do you think they might notice
you underneath the balloon?
They might or they might not.
I shall try to look like
a small black cloud.
That will deceive them.
Then you had better
have the blue balloon.
We're on our way with Piglet;
it's a secret where we'll go!
And we won't tell a living soul,
oh no, oh no, oh...
yes.
Have you an umbrella?
An umbrella?
You see, I was just thinking:
should we not grab an
umbrella just in case?
You never can tell with bees.
We're on our way with Piglet;
it's a secret where we'll go!
And we won't tell a living soul,
oh no, oh no, oh...
yes. Hold this.
There. Now I really do look
like a small black cloud.
We're on our way with Piglet;
it's a secret where we'll go!
And we won't tell a living soul,
oh no, oh no, oh...
Yes?
No.
Inflate the balloon.
Let go!
Hurrah!
Isn't that fine?
Well, who do I look like now?
Like a bear flying under a balloon.
Not like a small cloud?
No. Not really.
Well, maybe from up
here it looks different.
Who can tell what these bees will think?
Piglet!
What?
I think the bees suspect something!
What sort of thing?
I don't know.
But they seem suspicious!
Perhaps they think that
you're after their honey?
Piglet!
I think they don't see
me as a small black cloud.
What shall we do?
Open the umbrella and
walk up and down with it.
I shall sing a Little Cloud Song,
And you look at me and remark:
"Tut-tut, it looks like rain."
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
A little, little cloud am I,
and not at all a Bear!
How sweet to be a cloud
floating in the air!
Piglet!
What?
I've been thinking, and I now
understand