Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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Rabbit.
"Rabbit," said Pooh to himself. "I like talking to
Rabbit. He talks about sensible things. He doesn't use long,
difficult words, like Owl. He uses short, easy words, like
'What about lunch?' and 'Help yourself, Pooh.' I suppose,
really, I ought to go and see Rabbit."
Which made him think of another verse:
Oh, I like his way of talking,
Yes, I do.
It's the nicest way of talking
Just for two.
And a Help-yourself with Rabbit
Though it may become a habit,
Is a pleasant sort of habit
For a Pooh.
So when he had sung this, he got up off his stone,
walked back across the stream, and set off for Rabbit's house.
But he hadn't got far before he began to say to
himself:
"Yes, but suppose Rabbit is out?"
"Or suppose I get stuck in his front door again, coming
out, as I did once when his front door wasn't big enough?"
"Because I know I'm not getting fatter, but his front
door may be getting thinner."
"So wouldn't it be better if----"
And all the time he was saying things like this he was
going more and more westerly, without thinking . . . until
suddenly he found himself at his own front door again.
And it was eleven o'clock.
Which was Time-for-a-little-something....
Half an hour later he was doing what he had always
really meant to do, he was stumping off to Piglet's house. And
as he walked, he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw, and
sang rather a fluffy song through the fur. It went like this:
I could spend a happy morning
Seeing Piglet.
And I couldn't spend a happy morning