Why this book

For a hundred years, these small animals have been the first friends of childhood, carried into nearly every language on earth. Yet Milne wrote them quiet and tiny, for one boy and his nursery toys — which is exactly why they never grow old.

The Story

Meet Winnie-the-Pooh, a bear of very little brain and very great appetite, forever humming and forever hungry. One morning he heard bees droning in a tall oak, and where there are bees, Pooh reasoned, there must surely be honey.

He could not climb high enough, therefore he begged a blue balloon from Christopher Robin, rolled himself in mud until he looked like a small black cloud, and floated slowly up toward the humming hive.

But the bees were not fooled. They buzzed and stung and grew suspicious, and Pooh hung there insisting he was only a cloud — until Christopher Robin, to save him, shot the balloon with his popgun and the bear sank gently back to earth.

Even dangling in danger, Pooh comforted himself with a song. As Milne wrote, 'Isn't it funny / How a bear likes honey?' For this was a bear who met every trouble with a hum and a thought of something sweet.

Still hungry, Pooh ambled to Rabbit's burrow for a little something. Rabbit kindly fed him honey and condensed milk, and Pooh ate and ate. But when he tried to leave, he had grown too round, and stuck fast halfway through the little front door.

He could go neither in nor out, therefore Christopher Robin read books to comfort him while, for a whole long week, Pooh went without a single meal and slowly grew thin enough to be pulled free with a great cheerful pop.

Another day Pooh and Piglet found strange tracks circling in the snow and set out to hunt whatever fearsome creature had made them. Therefore they followed the trail round and round a small copse, and with every circle the footprints multiplied and their courage shrank.

But Christopher Robin, watching from a branch above, laughed gently and explained: the tracks were their own. Round and round they had been chasing themselves, therefore the dreadful Woozle was nobody at all — and Pooh, not for the first time, felt a Very Little Brain indeed.

In a thistly corner of the wood lived Eeyore, an old grey donkey of the gloomiest disposition. One morning his tail came loose among the brambles and simply vanished — and being Eeyore, he expected no one at all to care.

But Pooh cared. He promised to find the missing tail and went asking door to door through the wood, therefore his search brought him at last to Owl, perched wisely in a tall chestnut tree.

There Pooh saw it: Owl had found the lost tail lying in the grass, mistaken it for a handsome bell-pull, and hung it by his door to ring. Therefore the mystery was solved, and Christopher Robin nailed the tail back on, to Eeyore's solemn delight.

Not long after, Pooh learned it was Eeyore's birthday and that no one had wished him well. Therefore he set off with a pot of honey for a gift, while Piglet dashed home to fetch a fine red balloon.

But along the way Pooh grew hungry and ate every last drop, so his present became an empty pot. Piglet, meanwhile, ran so fast that he tripped and burst his balloon, arriving with nothing but a damp scrap of red rubber.

Now the summer in the Hundred Acre Wood turned wet. It rained, and then it rained harder, and then it rained as though the sky had forgotten how to stop, until the streams swelled and the brown water climbed steadily over its banks.

Piglet lived low among the beeches, therefore the flood rose all around his little house until he was entirely surrounded by water and could not get out. Frightened and alone, he did the only brave thing he could think of.

He wrote a small cry for help, sealed it inside a bottle, and dropped it into the swirling flood, therefore trusting the water itself to carry his message to some friend who might come and save him.

Meanwhile Pooh was flooded in too, with ten pots of honey for company. He ate his way through them, but as each one emptied he had a rare idea — the empty pots could float, and so could a bear who held on very tight.

The bottle bobbed and turned and drifted all the way to Christopher Robin, who read Piglet's cry for help. But how could he cross so much water? Therefore he waited — and here came Pooh, sailing grandly by upon an upturned honey pot.

Together they still needed a boat, therefore Christopher Robin opened his big umbrella, set it upon the water, and named it The Floating Bear. In it the two friends paddled out across the flood to the beech where Piglet clung, and lifted him gently to safety.

It was Pooh — a bear of very little brain — whose floating pots and steady heart had shown the way. Christopher Robin hugged him close and said, as Milne wrote, 'Silly old Bear.' And he had never in his life meant anything more fondly.

What it means

Therefore both gifts were ruined — YET Eeyore was overjoyed. For the empty pot was Useful for keeping things in, and the burst balloon fit neatly inside it, in and out, in and out — and no donkey had ever felt so rich.

And that is the quiet secret of the Hundred Acre Wood: cleverness is not the thing that saves us. Pooh forgets, and blunders, and thinks mostly of honey — YET his loyalty never once wavers, and love, not brains, is what carries a friend across the flood.

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