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good house for Owl, you must let us know."
"I will give my mind to it," said Eeyore.
Rabbit went.
Pooh had found Piglet, and they were walking back to
the Hundred Acre Wood together.
"Piglet," said Pooh a little shyly, after they had
walked for some time without saying anything.
"Yes, Pooh?"
"Do you remember when I said that a Respectful Pooh
Song might be written about You Know What?"
"Did you, Pooh?" said Piglet, getting a little pink
round the nose. "Oh, yes, I believe you did."
"It's been written, Piglet."
The pink went slowly up Piglet's nose to his ears, and
settled there.
"Has it, Pooh?" he asked huskily. "About-- about-- That
Time When?-- Do you mean really written?"
"Yes, Piglet."
The tips of Piglet's ears glowed suddenly, and he tried
to say something; but even after he had husked once or twice,
nothing came out. So Pooh went on:
"There are seven verses in it."
"Seven?" said Piglet as carelessly as he could. "You
don't often get seven verses in a Hum, do you, Pooh?"
"Never," said Pooh. "I don't suppose it's ever been
heard of before."
"Do the Others know yet?" asked Piglet, stopping - for
a moment to pick up a stick and throw it away.
"No," said Pooh. "And I wondered which you would like
best: for me to hum it now, or to wait till we find the others,
and then hum it to all of you?" Piglet thought for a little.
"I think what I'd like best, Pooh, is I'd like you to
hum it to me now-and--and then to hum it to all of us. Because
then Everybody would hear it, but I could say 'Oh, yes, Pooh's
told me,' and pretend not to be listening."
So Pooh hummed it to him, all the seven verses, and