The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Page #3

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Oh the wind is lashing lustily

And the trees are thrashing thrustily

And the leaves are rustling gustily

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

[Gopher] Say, what's wrong, sonny? Got yourself a headache?

No, I was just thinking.

[Gopher] That's so, what about?

I, oh bother, you made me forget.

[Gopher] If I was you I'd think about skiddaddling out of here.

Why?

[Gopher] 'Caus it's wind's day.

Windsday? Oh, I think I shall wish everyone a happy Windsday, and I shall begin with my very dear friend, Piglet.

[Narrator] 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.

[Piglet] Yes, oops. You see its been in the family a long time, a... it belonged to my grandfather. Oh, that's his name up there, "Trespassers Will", that's short for a...Trespassers William.

[Narrator] Trespassers William?

[Piglet] Yes, and Grandma, she called him TW. That's even shorter.

[Narrator] Yes, yes, yes, and on this blustery day the wind was giving you a bit of a bug.

[Piglet] Now, you've been here before. I don't mind the leaves that are leaving. It's the leaves that are coming. Whooops.

[Pooh] Happy Windsday, Piglet .

[Piglet] Well, it isn't very happy for me.

Where're you going Piglet?

That's what I'm asking myself, where? Whhooooops! P-P-P-P-POOH!

What do you think you will answer yourself?

Oh, oh, oh... I'm unraveling! Whooops. Ohhh. That was a close one!

Hang on tight Piglet!

Oh dear, oh dear, dear!

[Roo] Look Momma, look! A kite!

[Kanga] Oh my goodness! It's Piglet!

[Pooh] Happy Windsday Kanga, happy Windsday Roo!

[Roo] Can I fly Piglet next Pooh?

[Piglet] Oh dear, oh dear, dear!

[Eeyore] There, that should stand against anything.

[Piglet] Oh help, help! Somebody save me! (CRASH).

[Pooh] Happy Windsday Eeyore!

[Eeyore] Thanks for noticin' me.

[Pooh] Oh, bother.

[Rabbit] What a refreshing day for harvesting.

[Pooh] Happy Windsday Rabbit!

[Rabbit] Pooh Bear! Stop! Oh, come back. Oh no, oh no, oh no. OH YES! Next time I hope he blows right through my rutabaga patch.

[Owl] Who, who, who is it?

[Piglet] It's me. P-P-Please, may I come in?

[Owl] 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. Am I correct in assuming it is a rather blustery day outside ?

[Piglet] Yes sir, Owl, it's a very, very blustery day, outside.

[Pooh] Oh yes, that reminds me, happy Windsday Owl!

My good fellow, I wouldn't go so far as to call it a Windsday, just a gentle spring zephyr.

Excuse me Owl, 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 a... '76? Oh well, no matter. Oh, I remember the big blow well.

[Piglet] I'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.

[Pooh] Thank you Piglet.

You see her constant practicing so unnerved my aunt that she laid a c-note down by mistake!

(Owl's Tree crashes to the ground).

[Piglet] Oh dear, oh dear, dear!

Well I say now, someone has, Pooh, did you do that?

I don't think so.

[Narrator] As soon as Christopher Robin heard of the disaster, he hurried to the scene of Owl's misfortune.

[Christopher Robin] What a pity! Owl, I don't think we will ever be able to fix it.

[Eeyore] If you ask me, when a house looks like that, it's time to find another one.

[Christopher Robin] That's a very good idea Eeyore.

[Eeyore] It might take a day or two, but I'll find a new one.

[Owl] 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 an namable p*ssy cat and went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat.

[Narrator] 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.

Grrrr

Piglet. Is that you, Piglet ?

Grrrrowl.

Oh tell me about it tomorrow, Eeyore?

Grrrrowl

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. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Everyone's scared of Tiggers. Who are you?

I'm Pooh.

Oh, Pooh, sure. What's a Pooh?

You're sitting on one.

I am? Oh ,well, glad to meet you! Name's Tigger. T I double Ga eR. 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

(GRRrrrrrr...)

Then what's that over there?

Oh, look, look, look! What a strange looking creature! Look at those beady little eyes and that preposterous chin and those ricky tickin striped pajamas.

Looks like another Tigger to me.

Oh no it's not. I'm the only Tigger! Watch me scare the stripes of that impostor. Grrrr! Is he gone?

All except the tail. He's gone. You can come out now, Tigger. Tigger ?

Hello, I'm Tigger!

You said that.

Oh, did I say I was hungry?

I don't think so.

Now I say it. I'm hungry.

Not for honey, I hope.

Honey! A pot of 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 sticky stuff is only fit for Heffalumps and Woozles.

You mean Elephants and Weasels.

That's what I said, Heffalumps and Woozles.

What do they do?

Oh, nothing much, just steal honey.

Steal honey?

Yes sure do, well I'd better bounce 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.

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.

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