Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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the field by the side of the pine-wood, where Eeyore's house
wasn't any longer.
"There!" said Eeyore. "Not a stick of it left! Of
course, I've still got all this snow to do what I like with.
One mustn't complain."
But Christopher Robin wasn't listening to Eeyore, he
was listening to something else.
"Can't you hear it?" he asked.
"What is it? Somebody laughing?"
"Listen."
They both listened . . . and they heard a deep gruff
voice saying in a singing voice that the more it snowed the
more it went on snowing, and a small high voice tiddely-pomming
in between.
"It's Pooh," said Christopher Robin excitedly....
"Possibly," said Eeyore.
"And Piglet!" said Christopher Robin excitedly.
"Probably," said Eeyore. "What we want is a Trained
Bloodhound."
The words of the song changed suddenly.
"We've finished our HOUSE!" sang the gruff voice.
"Tiddely pom!" sang the squeaky one.
"It's a beautiful HOUSE . . ."
"Tiddely pom . . ."
"I wish it were MINE . . ,"
"Tiddely pom . . ."
"Pooh!" shouted Christopher Robin. . . .
The singers on the gate stopped suddenly.
"It's Christopher Robin!" said Pooh eagerly.
"He's round by the place where we got all those sticks
from," said Piglet.
"Come on," said Pooh.
They climbed down their gate and hurried round the
corner of the wood, Pooh making welcoming noises all the way.
"Why, here is Eeyore," said Pooh, when he had finished
hugging Christopher Robin, and he nudged Piglet, and Piglet
nudged him, and they thought to themselves what a lovely
surprise they had got ready.
"Hallo, Eeyore."
"Same to you, Pooh Bear, and twice on Thursdays," said