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it."
        So Tigger came closer, and he leant over  the  back  of
Roo's  chair,  and suddenly he put out his tongue, and took one
large golollop, and, with a  sudden  jump  of  surprise,  Kanga
said, "Oh!" and then clutched at the spoon again just as it was
disappearing,  and pulled it safely back out of Tigger's mouth.
But the Extract of Malt had gone.
        "Tigger dear!" said Kanga.
        "He's taken my medicine, he's taken my  medicine,  he's
taken  my  medicine!"  sang  Roo  happily,  thinking  it  was a
tremendous joke.
        Then Tigger looked up at the ceiling,  and  closed  his
eyes, and his tongue went round and round his chops, in case he
had  left  any outside, and a peaceful smile came over his face
as he said, "So that's what Tiggers like!"



    Which  explains  why  he  always  lived  at  Kanga's  house
afterwards,  and had Extract of Malt for breakfast, dinner, and
tea. And sometimes, when Kanga thought he wanted strengthening,
he had a spoonful  or  two  of  Roosbreakfast  after  meals  as
medicine.
        "But  I  think,"  said  Piglet to Pooh, "that he's been
strengthened quite enough."



Chapter III. In which a search is organdized,
 and
Piglet meets the Heffalump again

     POOH  was  sitting in his house one day, counting his pots
of honey, when there came a knock on the door.
        "Fourteen," said Pooh. "Come in. Fourteen.  Or  was  it
fifteen? Bother. That's muddled me."
        "Hallo, Pooh," said Rabbit.
        "Hallo, Rabbit. Fourteen, wasn't it?"
        "What was?"
        "My pots of honey what I was counting."
        "Fourteen, that's right."
        "Are you sure?"
        "No," said Rabbit. "Does it matter?"
        "I  just  like to know," said Pooh humbly, "So as I can

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