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will call this Pooh Corner. And we will build an Eeyore House
with sticks at Pooh Corner for Eeyore."
"There was a heap of sticks on the other side of the
wood," said Piglet. "I saw them. Lots and lots. All piled up."
"Thank you, Piglet," said Pooh. "What you have just
said will be a Great Help to us, and because of it I could call
this place Poohanpiglet Corner if Pooh Corner didn't sound
better, which it does, being smaller and more like a corner.
Come along."
So they got down off the gate and went round to the
other side of the wood to fetch the sticks.
Christopher Robin had spent the morning indoors going
to Africa and back, and he had just got off the boat and was
wondering what it was like outside, when who should come
knocking at the door but Eeyore.
"Hallo, Eeyore," said Christopher Robin, as he opened
the door and came out. "How are you?"
"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is."
"And freezing."
"Is it?"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up
a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately."
"What's the matter, Eeyore?"
"Nothing, Christopher Robin. Nothing important. I
suppose you haven't seen a house or what-not anywhere about?"
"What sort of a house?"
"Just a house."
"Who lives there?"
"I do. At least I thought I did. But I suppose I don't.
After all, we can't all have houses."
"But, Eeyore, I didn't know--I always thought----"
"I don't know how it is, Christopher Robin, but what
with all this snow and one thing and another, not to mention
icicles and such-like, it isn't so Hot in my field about three
o'clock in the morning as some people think it is. It isn't