Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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say 'It was so grand what Piglet did that a Respectful Pooh
Song was made about it!'"
Piglet felt much better after this, and when everything
was ready, and he found himself slowly going up to the ceiling,
he was so proud that he would have called out "Look at Me!" if
he hadn't been afraid that Pooh and Owl would let go of their
end of the string and look at him.
"Up we go!" said Pooh cheerfully.
"The ascent is proceeding as expected," said Owl
helpfully. Soon it was over. Piglet opened the letter-box and
climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze
into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors
were front doors, many an unexpected letter that WOL had
written to himself, had come slipping.
He squeezed and he sqoze, and then with one squze he
was out. Happy and excited he turned round to squeak a last
message to the prisoners.
"It's all right," he called through the letter-box.
"Your tree is blown right over, Owl, and there's a branch
across the door, but Christopher Robin and I can move it, and
we'll bring a rope for Pooh, and I'll go and tell him now, and
I can climb down quite easily, I mean it's dangerous but I can
do it all right, and Christopher Robin and I will be back in
about half-an-hour. Good-bye, Pooh!" And without waiting to
hear Pooh's answering "Good-bye, and thank you, Piglet," he was
off.
"Half-an-hour," said Owl, settling himself comfortably.
"That will just give me time to finish that story I was telling
you about my Uncle Robert
--a portrait of whom you see underneath you. Now let me
see, where was I? Oh, yes. It was on just such a blusterous day
as this that my Uncle Robert--"
Pooh closed his eyes.