Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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not seeing Piglet.
And it doesn't seem to matter
If I don't see Owl and Eeyore (or any of the
others),
And I'm not going to see Owl or Eeyore (or any of
the others)
Or Christopher Robin.
Written down like this, it doesn't seem a very good
song, but coming through pale fawn fluff at about half-past
eleven on a very sunny morning, it seemed to Pooh to be one of
the best songs he had ever sung. So he went on singing it.
Piglet was busy digging a small hole in the ground
outside his house.
"Hallo, Piglet," said Pooh.
"Hallo, Pooh,--" said Piglet, giving a jump of
surprise. "I knew it was you."
"So did I," said Pooh. "What are you doing?"
"I'm planting a haycorn, Pooh, so that it can grow up
into an oak-tree, and have lots of haycorns just outside the
front door instead of having to walk miles and miles, do you
see, Pooh?"
"Supposing it doesn't?" said Pooh.
"It will, because Christopher Robin says it will, so
that's why I'm planting it."
"Well," said Pooh, "if I plant a honeycomb outside my
house, then it will grow up into a beehive."
Piglet wasn't quite sure about this.
"Or a piece of a honeycomb," said Pooh, "so as not to
waste too much. Only then I might only get a piece of a
beehive, and it might be the wrong piece, where the bees were
buzzing and not hunnying. Bother."
Piglet agreed that that would be rather bothering.
"Besides, Pooh, it's a very difficult thing, planting
unless you know how to do it," he said; and he put the acorn in
the hole he had made, and covered it up with earth, and jumped
on it.
"I do know," said Pooh, "because Christopher Robin gave