Winnie The Pooh - Pooh And Some Bees

Winnie the Pooh.

Chapter 1.

Here is Edward Bear,

Coming downstairs now.

Bump,

Bump,

Bump,

On the back of his head,

Behind Christopher Robin.

It is,

As far as he knows,

The only way of coming downstairs.

But sometimes he feels that there really is another way,

If only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it.

And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.

Anyhow,

Here he is at the bottom and ready to be introduced to you,

Winnie the Pooh.

When I first heard his name,

I said,

Just as you were going to say,

But I thought he was a boy.

So did I,

Said Christopher Robin.

Then you can't call him Winnie.

I don't.

But you said,

He's Winnie the Pooh,

Don't you know what their means?

Ah,

Yes I do,

I said quickly.

And I hope you do too,

Because it is all the explanation you are going to get.

Sometimes Winnie the Pooh feels like a game of some sort when he comes downstairs and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story.

This evening,

What about a story,

Said Christopher Robin.

What about a story,

I said.

Could you very sweetly tell Winnie the Pooh one?

I suppose I could,

I said.

What sort of stories does he like?

About himself,

Because he's that sort of bear.

Oh,

I see.

So could you very sweetly?

I'll try,

I said.

So I tried.

Once upon a time,

A very long time ago now,

About last Friday,

Winnie the Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.

What does under the name mean,

Asked Christopher Robin.

It means he had the name over the door in gold letters and lived under it.

Winnie the Pooh wasn't quite sure,

Said Christopher Robin.

Now I am,

I said in a growly voice.

Then I will go on,

Said I.

One day while he was out walking,

He came to an open place in the middle of the forest.

And in the middle of this place was a large oak tree.

And from the top of the tree,

There came a loud buzzing noise.

Winnie the Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree,

Put his head between his paws and began to think.

First of all,

He said to himself,

That buzzing noise means something.

You don't get a buzzing noise like that,

Just buzzing and buzzing without it meaning something.

If there's a buzzing noise,

Somebody's making a buzzing noise.

And the only reason for making a buzzing noise,

That I know of,

Is because you're a bee.

Then he thought another long time and said,

The only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.

And then he got up and said,

And the only reason for making honey is so that I can eat it.

So he began to climb the tree.

He climbed and climbed and he climbed.

And as he climbed,

He sang a little song to himself.

And it went like this,

Isn't it funny how a bear likes honey?

Buzz,

Buzz,

Buzz,

I wonder why he does.

Then he climbed a little further,

And a little further,

And then just a little further.

By that time,

He had thought of another song.

It is very funny,

Thought that,

If bears were bees,

They'd build their nest at the bottom of trees.

And that being so,

If the bees were bears,

We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.

He was getting rather tired by this time,

So that is why he sang a complaining song.

He was nearly there now,

And if he just stood on that branch,

Crack!

Oh,

Help,

Said Pooh as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.

If only I hadn't,

He said as he bounced twenty feet onto the next branch.

You see what I meant to do,

He explained as he turned head over heels and crashed onto another branch thirty feet below.

What I meant to do,

Of course,

It was rather,

He admitted as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.

It all comes,

I suppose,

He decided as he said goodbye to the last branch,

Spun around three times and flew graciously into a gorse bush.

It all comes of liking honey so much,

Oh,

Help!

He crawled out of the gorse bush,

Brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.

And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.

Was that me?

Said Christopher Robin in an old voice,

Hardly daring to believe it.

That was you.

Christopher Robin said nothing,

But his eyes got larger and larger and his face got pinker and pinker.

So Winnie the Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin who lived behind a green door in another part of the forest.

Good morning,

Christopher Robin,

He said.

Good morning,

Winnie the Pooh,

Said you.

I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you.

A balloon?

Yes,

I just said to myself coming along,

I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him.

I said it to myself,

Thinking of balloons and wondering.

What do you want a balloon for?

You said.

Winnie the Pooh looked around to see that nobody was listening,

Put his paw to his mouth and said in a deep whisper,

Honey,

But you don't get honey with balloons.

I do,

Said Pooh.

Well,

It just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet and you had balloons at the party.

You had had a big green balloon and one of Rabbit's relations had had a big blue one and had left it behind,

Being really too young to go to a party at all and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you.

Which one would you like?

You asked Pooh.

He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully,

It's like this,

He said.

When you go after honey with a balloon,

The great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming.

Now if you have a green balloon,

They might think you are only part of the tree and not notice you and if you have a blue balloon,

They might think you are only part of the sky and notice you and the question is,

Which is most likely?

Wouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon?

You asked.

They might or they might not,

Said Winnie the Pooh.

You never can tell with bees.

He thought for a moment and said,

I shall try to look like a small black cloud.

That will deceive them.

Then you had better have the blue balloon,

You said and so it was decided.

Well,

You both went out with the blue balloon and you took your gun with you,

Just in case,

As you always did.

And Winnie the Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of and rolled and rolled until he was black all over.

And then,

When the balloon was up as big as big and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string,

You let go suddenly and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky and stayed there,

Level with the top of the trees and about twenty feet away from it.

Hooray,

You shouted.

Isn't that fine,

Shouted Winnie the Pooh down to you.

What do I look like?

You look like a bear holding on to a balloon,

You said.

Not,

Said Pooh anxiously.

Not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?

Not very much.

Ah,

Well,

Perhaps from up here it looks different and,

As I say,

You never can tell with bees.

There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree,

So there he stayed.

He could see the honey,

He could smell the honey,

But he couldn't quite reach the honey.

After a little while,

He called down to you.

Christopher Robin,

He said in a loud whisper,

Hello,

I think the bees suspect something.

What sort of thing?

I don't know,

But something tells me that they're suspicious.

Perhaps they think that you're after their honey.

It may be that,

You never can tell with bees.

There was another little silence,

And then he called down to you again.

Christopher Robin,

Yes,

Have you an umbrella in your house?

I think so.

I wish you would bring it out here and walk up and down with it,

And look up at me every now and then and say,

Tut,

Tut,

It looks like rain.

I think if you do that,

It would help the deception which we are practicing on the bees.

Well,

You laughed to yourself,

Silly old bear,

But you didn't say it aloud,

Because you were so fond of him,

And you went home for your umbrella.

Oh,

There you are,

Called down Winnie the Pooh,

As soon as you got back to the tree.

I was beginning to get anxious,

I have discovered that the bees are now definitely suspicious.

Shall I put my umbrella up?

You said,

Yes,

But wait a moment,

We must be practical.

The important bee to deceive is the queen bee.

Can you see which is the queen bee from down there?

No?

A pity,

Well,

Now if you walk up and down with your umbrella,

Saying tut,

Tut,

It looks like rain,

I shall do what I can by singing a little cloud song,

Such as a cloud might sing,

Go.

So while you walked up and down the tree and wondered if it would rain,

Winnie the Pooh sang this song.

How sweet to be a cloud,

Floating in the blue.

Every little cloud always sings aloud.

How sweet to be a cloud,

Floating in the blue.

It makes him very proud to be a little cloud.

The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever.

Some of them,

Indeed,

Left their nest and flew all around the cloud as it began the second verse of this song,

And one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment and then got up again.

Christopher,

Ow,

Robin,

Called out the cloud.

Yes,

I have just been thinking and I have come to a very important decision.

These are the wrong sort of bees,

Are they?

Quite the wrong sort.

So I should think they would make the worst sort of honey,

Shouldn't you?

Would they?

Yes,

So I think I shall come down.

How?

Asked you.

Winnie the Pooh hadn't thought of this.

If he let go of the string,

He would fall,

Bump,

And he didn't like the idea of that.

So he thought for a long time,

And then he said,

Christopher Robin,

You must shoot the balloon with your gun.

Have you got your gun?

Of course I have,

You said,

But if I do that,

It will spoil the balloon,

You said.

But if you don't,

Said Pooh,

I shall have to let go and that would spoil me.

When he put it like this,

You saw how it was and you aimed very carefully at the balloon and fired.

Ow,

Said Pooh,

Did I miss?

You asked.

You didn't exactly miss,

Said Pooh,

But you missed the balloon.

I'm so sorry,

You said,

And you fired again,

And this time you hit the balloon,

And the air came out slowly,

And Winnie the Pooh floated down to the ground.

But his arms were so stiff from holding on to the string of the balloon all that time,

That they stayed up straight in the air for more than a week.

And whenever a fly came and settled on his nose,

He had to blow it off,

And I think,

But I'm not sure,

That that is why he was always called Pooh.

Is that the end of the story?

Asked Christopher Robin.

That's the end of that one.

There are others.

About Pooh and me?

And Piglet,

And Rabbit,

And all of you.

Don't you remember?

I do remember,

And then when I try to remember,

I forget.

That day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the Heffalump?

They didn't catch it,

Did they?

No,

Pooh couldn't because he hasn't any brain.

Did I catch it?

Well,

That comes into the story.

Christopher Robin nodded.

I do remember,

He said.

Only Pooh doesn't very well,

So that's why he likes having it told to him again,

Because then it's a real story,

And not just a remembering.

That's just how I feel,

I said.

Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh,

Picked his bear up by the leg,

And walked off to the door,

Trailing Pooh behind him.

At the door,

He turned and said,

Coming to see me have my bath?

I might,

I said.

I didn't hurt him when I shot him,

Did I?

Not a bit.

He nodded and went out,

And in a moment I heard Winnie the Pooh bump,

Bump,

Bump,

Going up the stairs behind him.

That is the end of chapter one.