The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Page #5

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- Oh, bother.

- But you're in it.

- Oh, good.

What will I be doing?

Well, Pooh, you'll be sitting

in your thoughtful spot...

thinking, as usual.

Think, think. Think, think, think.

Think. Think.

And while he was thinking,

all of a sudden...

Hello, Pooh!

I'm Tigger!

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

That spells "Tigger."

Yeah, I know.

- You've bounced me before.

- I did?

Oh, yeah! I "recoggonize" you. You're

the one that's stuffed with fluff.

- Yeah. And you're sitting on it.

- Yeah. And it's comfy too.

Well, I gotta go now.

I got a lot of bouncing to do.

T-T-F-N.

Ta-ta for now.

Well, there goes Tigger...

always bouncing in on his friends

when they least expect him.

Oh, hello, Piglet!

I'm Tigger.

Oh, Tigger.

You sc-scared me.

Oh, shucks.

That was just

one of my little bounces.

It was?

Oh, thank you, Tigger.

Yeah. I'm saving my best bounce

for old long-ears!

Ta-ta!

Hum de dum, dum

Hum de dum, dum

Hum de dum, dum

Dum de dum, dum

There. There. That should do it.

Oh, no. Stop, stop!

Hello, Rabbit. I'm Tigger.

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

- Please! Please! Don't spell it.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Just...

Just look at my beautiful garden.

Yuck! And messy, isn't it?

Messy? Messy!

It's ruined! It's ruined, Tigger.

Oh, why don't you ever

stop bouncing?

Why? That's what tiggers do best.

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

Order. Order, please.

Now, I say Tigger's getting

so bouncy nowadays that

it's time we taught him a lesson.

No matter

how much we like him...

you can't deny

he just bounces too much.

Ah, e-excuse me, Rabbit.

But, uh, perhaps if we could think

of a way of"un-bouncing" Tigger...

well, it would be

a very good idea, huh?

Exactly! Just what I feel.

What do you feel, Pooh?

- Pooh!

- Ah...

Haven't you been listening

to what Rabbit's been saying?

I listened, but then I had

a small piece of fluff in my ear.

- Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?

- Well, where should I start from?

From the moment

the fluff got in my ear.

Well, when was that?

I don't know.

I couldn't hear properly.

Pooh, we were just trying to think of

a way to get the bounce out ofTigger.

Oh, I've got a splendid idea.

Now, listen.

We'll take Tigger

for a long explore, see?

Someplace where he's never been...

- and we lose him there.

- Lose him?

Oh, we'll find him again,

next morning.

And mark my words,

he'll be a humble tigger...

a small-and-sad tigger...

an "Oh, Rabbit,

am-l-glad-to-see-you" tigger.

And it'll take the bounces

out of him, that's why.

Now, all in favor, say, "aye."

Aye. Pooh?

- Pooh!

- Uh, here.

Good. Just good.

Motion carried.

So it was agreed that they

would start the next morning...

which, incidentally,

turned out cold and misty.

Pooh, as usual, had a little

something along to sustain himself.

And now, as Tigger kept bouncing

farther and farther into the mist...

Rabbit thought it was

a good time to lose Tigger.

Now's our chance.

Quick! In here. Hide.

Tigger's lost now, isn't he, Rabbit?

Oh, he's lost, all right, Piglet.

Oh, goody. This is lots of fun, Pooh.

My splendid idea worked.

Now, home we go.

Good! Yum-yum.

It's time for lunch.

- Halloo!

- Oh, my goodness. Hide!

Halloo!

That's funny.

They must be lost.

Hello!

- Hey, you blokes. Where are ya?

- He...

- Shush.

- I am shushed.

Hey, where in the heck

are you guys?

Halloo!

Rabbit? Piglet?

Where are you?

Halloo!

Hooray!

Hooray, we've done it.

Now, come on, hurry.

Let's head for home.

Well, Rabbit was certain that everything

was going according to plan...

and so it seemed to be.

But sometime later...

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It's a funny thing how everything

looks the same in the mist.

He's right, Piglet.

It's the very same sand pit.

I think so too, Pooh.

Well, it's lucky I know

the forest so well, or...

or, or we might get lost.

Well, come on. Follow me.

Now, Pooh was getting tired

of seeing the same sand pit...

and he suspected it

of following them about.

Because whichever

direction they started in...

they always seemed

to end up at it.

- Uh, er, Rabbit?

- Yes?

Say, Rabbit, how would it be...

if as soon as we're

out of sight of this old pit...

- we just try to find it again?

- What's the good of that?

Well, you see,

we keep looking for home...

but we keep finding this pit.

So I just thought that if we looked

for this pit we might find home.

I don't see much sense in that.

If I walked away from this pit...

and then walked back to it,

of course I should find it.

L'll prove it to you. Wait here.

So Pooh and Piglet

waited in the mist for Rabbit.

And they waited...

and waited, and waited.

And all the while, Pooh's

thoughts kept returning...

to his honey pots at home.

W-W-What was that, Pooh?

My tummy rumbled.

Now then, come on.

Let's go home.

But, Pooh, do you know the way?

No, Piglet, but there are 12 pots

of honey in my cupboard...

and they have been

calling to my tummy.

- They have?

- Yes, Piglet.

I couldn't hear them before

because Rabbit would talk.

I think I know where

they're calling from.

So come on.

We'll just follow my tummy.

Well, they walked off together...

and for a long time

Piglet said nothing...

so as not to interrupt

Pooh's honey pots.

And sure enough,

as the mist got thinner...

and just when Piglet

began to know where he was...

Hey, hello there, you two blokes.

Where have you been?

We've been trying

to find our way back home.

Pooh, I don't think

Rabbit's splendid idea worked.

Say, where is old long-ears, anyway?

He must still be missing

in the mist.

Well, leave it to me.

L'll bounce him out of there!

T-T-F-N. Ta-ta for now.

Meanwhile, Rabbit was still

wandering around in the mist.

By now, he was lost and bewildered.

And to make matters worse...

his mind was beginning

to play tricks on him.

What's that?

Pooh? Piglet?

Help!

- Hello, Rabbit!

- Tigger!

B-B-But you're

supposed to be lost.

Aw, Tiggers never get lost,

bunny boy.

Never get lost?

- Of course not.

- Oh, no.

Come on, Rabbit.

Let's go home. Hang on!

So they started back. And Rabbit

was now a humiliated rabbit...

a lost-and-found rabbit...

an "Oh-why, oh-why-do-these-things

happen-to-me" rabbit.

And now we come to the next chapter...

in which the first snowfall had

covered the Hundred-Acre Wood.

And in which Tigger learns that

even bouncing can be overdone.

On this day, Roo was waiting

for Tigger to take him out to play.

Mama, when is Tigger

gonna get here?

- Be patient, dear. He'll be...

- Whee!

Well, here I am!

Did I surprise you, Roo?

You sure did!

I like surprises.

- Hello, Mrs. Kanga, ma'am.

- Why, hello, Tigger, dear.

She called me "dear."

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