Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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Which grows and grows
Is not too nice for his poor old nose,
And a sort of squch
Is much too much
For his neck and his mouth and his ears and
such
"That was all," said Pooh.
Owl coughed in an unadmiring sort of way, and said
that, if Pooh was sure that was all, they could now give their
minds to the Problem of Escape.
"Because," said Owl, "we can't go out by what used to
be the front door. Something's fallen on it."
"But how else can you go out?" asked Piglet anxiously.
"That is the Problem, Piglet, to which I am asking Pooh
to give his mind."
Pooh sat on the floor which had once been a wall, and
gazed up at the ceiling which had once been another wall, with
a front door in it which had once been a front door, and tried
to give his mind to it.
"Could you fly up to the letter-box with Piglet on your
back?" he asked.
"No," said Piglet quickly. "He couldn't."
Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He
had explained this to Pooh and Christopher Robin once before,
and had been waiting ever since for a chance to do it again,
because it is a thing which you can easily explain twice before
anybody knows what you are talking about.
"Because you see, Owl, if we could get Piglet into the
letter-box, he might squeeze through the place where the
letters come, and climb down the tree and run for help."
Piglet said hurriedly that he had been getting bigger
lately, and couldn't possibly, much as he would like to, and
Owl said that he had had his letter-box made bigger lately in
case he got bigger letters, so perhaps Piglet might, and Piglet
said, "But you said the necessary you-know-whats wouldn't," and