t his head between his paws and began to think.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 sa 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. Raquo; he thought another long time, and said: And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey. then he got up, and said: And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it. So he began to climb the treeclimbed and he climbed and he climbed and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this: t it funnya bear likes honey ?! Buzz! Buzz! Wonder why he does? He climbed a little further ... and a little further ... and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song. Raquo; sa very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, d build their nests at the bottom of trees.that being so (if the Bees were Bears), shouldn t have to climb up all these stairs.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 stoodonthat branch ...!
Oh, help! said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
If only I had not - he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.
You see, what I meant to do, he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, what I meant to do -
Of course, it was rather - 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 liking honey so much. Oh, help! Raquo; 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.
( Was that me? said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.
That was you. Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and pinker.) Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the Forest.
Good morning, Christopher Robin, he said.
Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh, said you.
I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you?
A balloon?
Yes, I just said to myself coming along: I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him? I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering. Raquo;
What do you want a balloon for? you said.the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: Honey!
But you do not get honey with balloons!
I do, said Pooh., it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit's relations had had a big blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you.
Which one would you like? you asked Pooh. He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully.
It s like this, he said. When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you re coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and not notice you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?
Would not they notice you underneath the balloon? you asked.
They might or they might not, said Winnie-the-Pooh. You never can tell with bees. He thought for a moment and said: I shall try to look like a small black cloud. That will deceive them. Raquo;
Then you had better have the blue balloon, you said; and so it was decided., you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefu...
