Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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"Try," said Piglet suddenly. "We'll wait here for you."
Rabbit gave a laugh to show how silly Piglet was, and
walked into the mist. After he had gone a hundred yards, he
turned and walked back again
. . . and after Pooh and Piglet had waited twenty minutes
for him, Pooh got up.
"I just thought," said Pooh. "Now then, Piglet, let's
go home."
"But, Pooh," cried Piglet, all excited, "do you know
the way?"
"No," said Pooh. "But there are twelve pots of honey in
my cupboard, and they've been calling to me for hours. I
couldn't hear them properly before, because Rabbit would talk,
but if nobody says anything except those twelve pots, I think,
Piglet, I shall know where they are calling from. Come on."
They walked off together; and for a long time Piglet
said nothing, so as not to interrupt the pots; and then
suddenly he made a squeaky noise . . . and an oo-noise . . .
because now he began to know where he was; but he still didn't
dare to say so out loud, in case he wasn't. And just when he
was getting so sure of himself that it didn't matter whether
the pots went on calling or not, there was a shout from in
front of them, and out of the mist came Christopher Robin.
"Oh, there you are," said Christopher Robin carelessly,
trying to pretend that he hadn't been Anxious.
"Here we are," said Pooh.
"Where's Rabbit?"
"I don't know," said Pooh.
"Oh--well, I expect Tigger will find him. He's sort of
looking for you all."
"Well," said Pooh, "I've got to go home for something,
and so has Piglet, because we haven't had it yet, and "
"I'll come and watch you," said Christopher Robin.
So he went home with Pooh, and watched him for quite a