Winnie-the-Pooh

do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.

A.A.M.

Table of Contents

Cover Page

Title Page

Copyright

To Her

Introduction

Map

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Map

CHAPTER ONE

in which we are introduced to Winnie-the-Pooh and some Bees, and the stories begin

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 are 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-ther-Pooh. Don’t you know what “ther” means?’

‘Ah, yes, now 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 likes 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,’ said a growly voice.

‘Then I will go on,’ said I.)

One day when 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 its 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: ‘And 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 as I can eat it.’ So he began to climb the tree.

He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself.

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’s a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,