Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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Close, if you know what I mean--not so as to be uncomfortable.
It isn't Stuffy. In fact, Christopher Robin," he went on in a
loud whisper, "quite-between-ourselves-and- don't-tell-anybody,
it's Cold."
"Oh, Eeyore!"
"And I said to myself: The others will be sorry if I'm
getting myself all cold. They haven't got Brains, any of them,
only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and
they don't Think, but if it goes on snowing for another six
weeks or so, one of them will begin to say to himself: 'Eeyore
can't be so very much too Hot about three o'clock in the
morning.' And then it will Get About. And they'll be Sorry."
"Oh, Eeyore!" said Christopher Robin, feeling very
sorry already.
"I don't mean you, Christopher Robin. You're different.
So what it all comes to is that I built myself a house down by
my little wood."
"Did you really? How exciting!"
"The really exciting part," said Eeyore in his most
melancholy voice, "is that when I left it this morning it was
there, and when I came back it wasn't. Not at all, very
natural, and it was only Eeyore's house. But still I just
wondered."
Christopher Robin didn't stop to wonder. He was already
back in his house, putting on his waterproof hat, his
waterproof boots and his waterproof macintosh as fast as he
could.
"We'll go and look for it at once," he called out to
Eeyore.
"Sometimes," said Eeyore, "when people have quite
finished taking a person's house, there are one or two bits
which they don't want and are rather glad for the person to
take back, if you know what I mean. So I thought if we just
went "
"Come on," said Christopher Robin, and off they
hurried, and in a very little time they got to the corner of