The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Page #3

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So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that

it may turn out to be

It feels that it will undoubtedly

It looks like a rather

blustery day today

It seems that

it may turn out to be

Feels that it will undoubtedly

Looks like a rather blustery day today

Fortunately, Pooh's thoughtful spot

was in a sheltered place.

Now he sat down and tried

hard to think of something.

Think, think, think, think, think.

Think, think, think.

Say, what's wrong, sonny?

Got yourself a headache?

- No, I was just thinking.

- Is that so? What about?

L... Oh, bother.

You made me forget.

If I was you, I'd think about

skedaddling out of here.

- Why?

- 'Cause it's "Winds-day."

"Winds-day"? Oh!

Then I think I shall wish

everyone a happy "Winds-day"...

and I shall begin with

my very dear friend, Piglet.

Now, Piglet lived in the middle

of the forest in a very grand house...

in the middle of a beech tree.

And Piglet loved it very much.

Whew, yes.

Whoops. You see, it's been

in the family a long time.

It belonged to my grandfather.

Oh, that's his name up there,

"Trespassers Will."

That's short for "Trespassers William."

- Trespassers William?

- Yes.

And Grandma... Oh.

She called him T.W.

That's even shorter.

Yes, yes, yes.

- And on this blustery day...

- Whoo!

The wind was giving you

a bit of a bother.

Now, you've been here before.

I don't mind the leaves

that are leaving.

It's the leaves that are coming.

Whoops!

- Happy "Winds-day," Piglet.

- Well, it isn't very happy for me.

- Where are you going, Piglet?

- That's what I'm asking myself, where?

W-Whoops! P-P-Pooh!

And what do you think

you will answer yourself?

Oh, oh, oh! I'm unravelling.

Whoops!

Oh, t-t-that was a c-c-close one!

Hang on tight, Piglet.

Oh, dear.

Oh, d-d-dear, dear!

Look, Mama, look! A kite!

Oh, my goodness, it's Piglet!

Happy "Winds-day," Kanga.

Happy "Winds-day," Roo.

Can I fly Piglet next, Pooh?

Oh, dear.

Oh, d-d-dear, dear!

There, that should

stand against anything.

Oh, oh! Help, help!

Somebody, s-s-save me!

- Happy "Winds-day," Eeyore.

- Thanks for noticing me.

Oh, b-b-b-bother!

Ah. Oh, what a refreshing

day for harvesting.

- Happy Winds-day, Rabbit.

- Pooh bear, Stop! Oh, go back! Oh, no!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

Well, next time, I hope he blows

right through my rutabaga patch.

- Whoops!

- Huh? Who, who, who? Who is it?

It's me.

P-P-Please, may I come in?

Well, I say now.

Someone has pasted

Piglet on my window.

Well, well! Pooh too.

This is a surprise.

Do come in and make yourselves...

- comfortable.

- Oh!

Am I correct in assuming it is

a rather blustery day outside?

Yes, sir, Owl. It's a very,

very blustery day outside.

Oh, yes. That reminds me.

Happy "Winds-day," Owl.

My good fellow, I wouldn't go

so far as to call it a "Winds-day"...

just a gentle spring zephyr.

Excuse me, Owl, but...

is there honey in that pot?

Oh, yes, yes, of course. Help yourself.

Now, as I was saying...

this is just a mild spring zephyr

compared to the big wind of'67.

Or was it, uh, '76?

Oh, well, no matter.

- Oh, I remember the big blow well.

- L'll remember this one too.

It was the year my Aunt Clara

went to visit her cousin.

Now, her cousin was not only

gifted on the glockenspiel...

but being a screech owl, also sang

soprano in the London opera.

- Thank you, Piglet.

- You see, her constant practicing...

so unnerved my aunt that

she laid a sea gull egg by mistake.

Oh, dear.

Oh, d-d-dear, dear.

Well, I say now, someone has...

Pooh, did you do that?

I don't think so.

As soon as Christopher Robin

heard of the disaster...

he hurried to the scene

of Owl's misfortune.

What a pity.

Owl, I don't think we will

ever be able to fix it.

If you ask me,

when a house looks like that...

- it's time to find another one.

- That's a very good idea, Eeyore.

Might take a day or two,

but l'll find a new one.

Good, that will just give me time

to tell you about my Uncle Clyde...

a very independent barn owl.

He didn't give a hoot for tradition.

He became enamored of a pussycat...

and went to sea

in a beautiful pea-green boat.

Owl talked from page 41 to page 62.

And on page 62, the blustery day

turned into a blustery night.

To Pooh, it was a very anxious

sort of night...

filled with anxious sorts of noises.

And one of the noises was a sound

that had never been heard before.

Ah, is that you, Piglet?

W-Well, tell me about it

tomorrow, Eeyore?

Oh, come in,

Christopher Robin.

Now Pooh, being a bear

of very little brain...

decided to invite

the new sound in.

Hello, out there.

Oh, I hope nobody answers.

- Hello, I'm Tigger!

- Oh. You scared me.

Yeah, sure I did.

Everyone's scared of tiggers.

- Uh, who are you?

- I'm Pooh.

Oh, a pooh. Sure.

- What's a pooh?

- You're sitting on one.

I am? Oh, well, glad to meet ya.

Name's Tigger.

T-I, double "guh," "err."

That spells "Tigger."

But what is a tigger?

Well, he asked for it!

The wonderful thing about tiggers

is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of rubber

Their bottoms are made out of springs

They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy

pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

But the most wonderful thing

about tiggers is I'm the only one

I'm the only one

- Then what's that over there?

- Huh? Oh, hey, hey. Look, look, look.

Oh, what a strange-looking creature.

Look at those beady little eyes,

and that "purrposturous" chin...

and those "rickydiculus"

striped pajamas.

- Looked like another tigger to me.

- Oh, no, it's not. I'm the only tigger.

Watch me scare the stripes

off of this impostor.

Is-Is-Is... Is he gone?

All except the tail.

He's gone.

Uh, you can come out now, Tigger.

Tigger?

- Hello, I'm Tigger.

- You said that.

- Oh? Well, did I say I was hungry?

- I don't think so.

Well, then l'll say it.

I'm hungry.

Oh, not for honey, I hope.

Honey! Oh, boy, honey!

- That's what tiggers like best.

- I was afraid of that.

Oh, say.

Yuck! Tiggers don't like honey!

- But you said that you liked...

- That icky, sticky stuff is only fit

for "heffalumps" and "woozles."

You mean elephants and weasels.

That's what I said...

"heffalumps" and "woozles."

Well, what do heffa... lalla...

What do they do?

- Oh, nothin' much. Just steal honey.

- Steal honey?

Yeah, they sure do. Well, I'd better be

bouncing along now, chum. Cheerio!

The wonderful thing about tiggers

is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of rubber

their bottoms are made out of springs

They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy

pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

But the most wonderful thing

about tiggers is I'm the only one

I'm the only one

Well, if what Tigger said was true...

and there really were

"heffalumps" and "woozles" about...

there was only

one thing to do:

Take drastic precautions

to protect his precious honey.

Oh, hello.

Am I glad to see you.

It's more friendly with two.

Now, you go that way...

and l'll go this way.

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