Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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he didn't want Christopher Robin and Tigger to think that he
minded when they went off without him.
"The fact is," said Rabbit, "we've missed our way
somehow."
They were having a rest in a small sand-pit on the top
of the Forest. Pooh was getting rather tired of that sand-pit,
and suspected it of following them about, because whichever
direction they started in, they always ended up at it, and each
time, as it came through the mist at them, Rabbit said
triumphantly, "now I know where we are!" and Pooh said sadly,
"So do I," and Piglet said nothing. He had tried to think of
something to say, but the only thing he could think of was,
"Help, help!" and it seemed silly to say that, when he had Pooh
and Rabbit with him.
"Well," said Rabbit, after a long silence in which
nobody thanked him for the nice walk they were having, "we'd
better get on, I
suppose. Which way shall we try?"
"How would it be," said Pooh slowly, "if, as soon as
we're out of sight of this Pit, we try to find it again?"
"What's the good of that?" said Rabbit.
"Well," said Pooh, "we keep looking for Home and not
finding it, so I thought that if we looked for this Pit, we'd
be sure not to find it, which would be a Good Thing, because
then we might find something that we weren't looking for, which
might be just what we were looking for, really."
"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was
going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened
to it on the way."
"If I walked away from this Pit, and then walked back
to it, of course I should find it."
"Well, I thought perhaps you wouldn't," said Pooh. "I
just thought."