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and the notice below it, and he looked at the bell-rope and the
notice  below  it, and the more he looked at the bell-rope, the
more he felt that he had  seen  something  like  it,  somewhere
else, sometime before.



      "Handsome bell-rope, isn't it?" said Owl.



      Pooh nodded.



      "It  reminds  me  of  something," he said, "but I
can't
think what. Where did you get it?"



      "I just came across it in the Forest.  It  was 
hanging
over  a bush, and I thought at first somebody lived there, so I
rang it, and nothing happened, and then I rang  it  again  very
loudly,  and  it  came  off in my hand, and as nobody seemed to
want it, I took it home, and"



      "Owl,"  said  Pooh  solemnly,  "you  made  a  
mistake.
Somebody did want it."



      "Who?"



      "Eeyore.  My  dear friend Eeyore. He was -- he was
fond
of it."



      "Fond of it?"



      "Attached to it," said Winnie-the-Pooh sadly.





      So with these words he unhooked it, and carried it
back
to Eeyore; and when Christopher Robin  had  nailed  it  on  its
right  place again, Eeyore frisked about the forest, waving his
tail so happily that Winnie-the-Pooh came over all  funny,  and
had  to  hurry  home for a little snack of something to sustain
him. And wiping his mouth half an hour afterwards, he  sang  to
himself proudly:





      

      Who found the Tail?

      "I," said Pooh,

      "At a quarter to two

      (Only it was quarter to eleven really),

      I found the Tail!"