Winnie the Pooh Page #2

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a sidekick before.

I got to admit, he is a handsome devil.

Look at the chin on this kid.

No, no. I can't do it, I tell you.

It's too risky.

Why, if something were to happen

to this little guy,

I just couldn't live with myself.

It's a dangerous path I bounce.

But I bounce it alone.

Because the Hundred Acre Wood

needs a hero, Pooh Bear,

and I'm the only one.

Oh, I'm 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!

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

[chattering]

Attention, please. Attention.

Something tragic has befallen

a member of our community.

- [all gasp]

- I present to you: Exhibit A.

Oh! That is tragic.

What? Oh, no, no, no.

Eeyore, will you turn around, please?

Oops, sorry.

Our dear friend Eeyore

has lost his tail.

Oh, dear.

We mustn't leave him in this condition.

So, we will have a contest

to find a new tail for Eeyore.

[clears throat] I do say, Christopher

Robin, the winners of such contest

are traditionally awarded

some form of remuneration.

What is a "remooner"...

Moonyour... A renew...

What are we renumbering?

I don't know, Pooh,

but it sounds like a good thing.

Oh, yes, it is a good thing, Piglet.

It's a prize. But what shall it be?

How about something great,

like a firecracker!

Oh, gracious, no.

How about something nice,

like a warm hug?

Pruning shears. I need pruning shears.

I'd say thistles,

but nobody listens to me, anyway.

Oh, Christopher Robin, I was hoping

for something a bit... sweeter?

Why, Pooh, that's a grand idea.

The prize for a new tail shall be...

a pot of honey.

[all cheer] Hooray!

[narrator] As the others

searched for a tail,

Pooh realized that a pine cone

would not win him the honey.

Why not?

Because it would have to be

something special.

Oh. Special, you say. Special.

Think, think, think.

No hurry, Pooh. Just take your time.

Take my time. What a wonderful idea.

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

- Thanks, Pooh.

- Congratulations.

You've won the contest.

It's Pooh

It's Pooh

Pooh wins the honey pot

Found a tail for his friend

Now it's on my rear end

You get the honey

Enjoy

[crashing]

I knew it was too good to be true.

Oh, dear.

Well, rules are rules. So sorry, Pooh.

Excuse me. We could give B'loon a try!

- Whoa! [giggles]

- How clever, Piglet.

What do you think, Eeyore?

Sure is a cheerful colour.

Guess I'll have to get used to it.

It's Piglet

It's Piglet

Piglet wins the honey pot

Takes the prize fair and square

I'm still a bit up in the air.

You get the honey

Enjoy

Hmm. This may not work after all.

[sighs]

[narrator] And so they tried

a great many things.

They tried...

...and they tried...

...and they tried...

...and they tried, and they tried

and tried, and they tried...

...until...

[accordion makes sombre music]

...they had run out of things to try.

It's OK. I'll learn to live without it.

Poor dear.

You know, I may have just the thing.

Up, up, up you go.

[humming]

There you are.

It's an awful nice tail, Kanga.

Much nicer than the rest of me.

It's Kanga

No! No, no, no, no.

How about we celebrate with silence?

Enjoy

Oh, bother.

My tummy is feeling

a little 11 o'clock-ish.

Do you still tell the time,

clock friend?

I can't tell by the expression

on your face.

[narrator] Pooh left feeling unsatisfied

and a little out of sorts.

In fact, he was so distracted

by his rumbly tummy,

that he didn't notice that he was

walking onto the next paragraph.

What is a paragraph?

It's a group of sentences

that form a complete thought.

Is there honey in this paragraph?

Oh, sorry, Pooh, no.

Well, then I don't find it very useful.

What's that, Pooh?

I'm not sure. I shall follow it

to see where it leads.

Eeyore, your tail!

Yep. Unravelled.

Guess I'm back where I started.

[Pooh] I'm sorry, Eeyore.

Such a nice tail, too.

No matter.

All good things come to an end.

Oh. Oh! Eeyore, if you... [grunting]

Oh, my goodness.

This story is going too fast!

[grunts, sighs]

I wish that paragraph

had been a little longer.

Ooh! Of course.

Christopher Robin will have some honey.

He loves to share. Especially with me.

[humming] Christopher Robin!

Are you not there?

[tummy rumbles]

Oh.

[narrator] Just then,

Pooh spotted a note.

- I did?

- Certainly.

Just there, at your feet.

- Oh...

- Uh, to your left.

Uh, no, Pooh, your other left.

A little bit more.

A tad. A hair. No, no, back a bit.

- Oh!

- There you are.

Well, it's a good thing I noticed it.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen it.

Pooh was puzzled by the note.

Even more so than usual.

And even more than that.

So, Pooh decided to go directly

to Owl's house,

hoping that Owl could help unpuzzle him.

You get the honey

Enjoy

- Good job, Owl!

- Thank you. Thank you.

Yes, it is quite clever, isn't it?

T-A-E-L. Yes. Perfect.

Well, hello there, Owl.

That is a very fine looking pot of honey

you've got there.

And so remarkably... gooey.

Gooey? That happens to be

my personal favourite.

Ooh! What do you have there, my boy?

Oh. A note I found

at Christopher Robin's.

With strange words I cannot read.

But, Pooh, you can't read most words.

Yes, but especially not

the strange ones.

Let me see. There's never been a note

written that I could not decipher.

Here, Pooh, help yourself.

- Yes, parchment is of a fine quality.

- [grunting]

Oh, stuff and fluff.

Don't leave us in suspense, Owl.

What does it say?

Patience! Patience.

One must be careful when decoding

such arcane text

so as not to incorrectly interpret

its true meaning.

So, can you read it?

Of course I can! It says...

"Gone out. Busy. Backson.

Signed, Christopher Robin."

[gasps] Our dear friend

Christopher Robin has been captured!

- What?

- By a creature called "The Backson."

- [all gasp]

- Backson!

Captured by the Backson!

- What's a Backson?

- Ooh!

A horrible creature! Malicious!

- You don't say.

- Ferocious!

Fero... ?! Ooh!

And worst of all, terribly busy.

So, what does this Backson look like?

I saw a picture of one

just the other day.

- Oh, Christopher Robin.

- [Owl] Now, let me see.

Bathwater, biscuit, baby,

barnacle, beluga...

Wait a minute, why is biscuit

ahead of baby and barnacle?

That doesn't make sense.

Oh, it's such a mess in here.

Dash it all! Where is that picture?

I have some chalk, Owl. Can you draw it?

What an excellent idea, young man.

Artistic talent runs through my family.

- In fact, it practically stampedes!

- [chalk screeches]

- In fact, it practically stampedes!

- [chalk screeches]

- [both groan]

- [whimpering]

He sounds scary already.

It's a giant creature with a tail

Here, I'll draw Piglet in for scale

- [growls]

- Oh, dear!

[Owl] Its hide is like a shaggy rug

Its face a surly, ugly mug

With two sharp horns atop its head

Between a mop of hair that's red

And in its nose a ring of gold

It smells of monkey's feet and mould

- [monkey shrieks]

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