Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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they pushed on to Owl's house.
The wind was against them now, and Piglet's ears
streamed behind him like banners as he fought his way along,
and it seemed hours before he got them into the shelter of the
Hundred Acre Wood and they stood up straight again, to listen,
a little nervously, to the roaring of the gale among the
tree-tops. '
"Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were
underneath it?"
"Supposing it didn't," said Pooh after careful thought.
Piglet was comforted by this, and in a little while
they were knocking and ringing very cheerfully at Owl's door.
"Hallo, Owl," said Pooh. "I hope we're not too late
for-- I mean, how are you, Owl? Piglet and I just came to see
how you were, because it's Thursday."
"Sit down, Pooh, sit down, Piglet," said Owl kindly.
"Make yourselves comfortable."
They thanked him, and made themselves as comfortable as
they could.
"Because, you see, Owl," said Pooh, "we've been
hurrying, so as to be in time for--so as to see you before we
went away again."
Owl nodded solemnly.
"Correct me if I am wrong," he said, "but am I right in
supposing that it is a very Blusterous day outside?"
"Very," said Piglet, who was quietly thawing his ears,
and wishing that he was safely back in his own house.
"I thought so," said O-wl. "It was on just such a
blusterous day as this that my Uncle Robert, a portrait of whom
you see upon the wall on your right, Piglet, while returning in
the late forenoon from a-- What's that?"
There was a loud cracking noise.
"Look out!" cried Pooh. "Mind the clock! Out of the
way, Piglet! Piglet, I'm falling on you!"
"Help!" cried Piglet.
Pooh's side of the room was slowly tilting upwards and