Pooh rubbed his nose and said that he thought Rabbit had been talking about his family.
‘Did I?’ said Rabbit carelessly.
‘Yes, you said—’
‘Never mind Pooh,’ said Piglet impatiently. ‘The question is, What are we to do about Kanga?’
‘Oh, I see,’ said Pooh.
‘The best way,’ said Rabbit, ‘would be this. The best way would be to steal Baby Roo and hide him, and then when Kanga says, “Where’s Baby Roo?” we say, “
‘
‘Pooh,’ said Rabbit kindly, ‘you haven’t any brain.’
‘I know,’ said Pooh humbly.
‘We say “
Pooh went into a corner and tried saying ‘Aha!’ in that sort of voice. Sometimes it seemed to him that it did mean what Rabbit said, and sometimes it seemed to him that it didn’t. ‘I suppose it’s just practice,’ he thought. ‘I wonder if Kanga will have to practise too so as to understand it.’
‘There’s just one thing,’ said Piglet, fidgeting a bit. ‘I was talking to Christopher Robin, and he said that a Kanga was Generally Regarded as One of the Fiercer Animals. I am not frightened of Fierce Animals in the ordinary way, but it is well known that if One of the Fiercer Animals is Deprived of Its Young, it becomes as fierce as Two of the Fiercer Animals. In which case “
‘Piglet,’ said Rabbit, taking out a pencil, and licking the end of it, ‘you haven’t any pluck.’
‘It is hard to be brave,’ said Piglet, sniffing slightly, ‘when you’re only a Very Small Animal.’
Rabbit, who had begun to write very busily, looked up and said:
‘It is because you are a very small animal that you will be Useful in the adventure before us.’
Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful that he forgot to be frightened any more, and when Rabbit went on to say that Kangas were only Fierce during the winter months, being at other times of an Affectionate Disposition, he could hardly sit still, he was so eager to begin being useful at once.
‘What about me?’ said Pooh sadly. ‘I suppose
‘Never mind, Pooh,’ said Piglet comfortingly. ‘Another time perhaps.’
‘Without Pooh,’ said Rabbit solemnly as he sharpened his pencil, ‘the adventure would be impossible.’
‘Oh!’ said Piglet, and tried not to look disappointed. But Pooh went into a corner of the room and said proudly to himself, Impossible without Me!
‘Now listen all of you,’ said Rabbit when he had finished writing, and Pooh and Piglet sat listening very eagerly with their mouths open. This was what Rabbit read out: PLAN TO CAPTURE BABY ROO
1.
2.
3.
4.
5. Like Roo.
6. But Kanga would have to be looking the other way first, so as not to see Piglet jumping in.
7. See 2.
8.
9. And then I could run away with Roo.
10. Quickly.
11.
Well, Rabbit read this out proudly, and for a little while after he had read it nobody said anything. And then Piglet, who had been opening and shutting his mouth without making any noise, managed to say very huskily:
‘And – Afterwards?’
‘How do you mean?’
‘When Kanga
‘Then we all say “
‘All three of us?’
‘Yes.’
‘Oh!’
‘Why, what’s the trouble, Piglet?’
‘Nothing,’ said Piglet, ‘as long as
‘The winter months?’
‘Yes, only being Fierce in the Winter Months.’
‘Oh, yes, yes, that’s all right. Well, Pooh? You see what you have to do?’
‘No,’ said Pooh Bear. ‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘What
‘Well, you just have to talk very hard to Kanga so as she doesn’t notice anything.’
‘Oh! What about?’
‘Anything you like.’
‘You mean like telling her a little bit of poetry or something?’
‘That’s it,’ said Rabbit. ‘Splendid. Now come along.’
So they all went out to look for Kanga.
Kanga and Roo were spending a quiet afternoon in a sandy part of the Forest. Baby Roo was practising very small jumps in the sand, and falling down mouse-holes and climbing out of them, and Kanga was fidgeting about and saying ‘Just one more jump, dear, and then we must go home.’ And at that moment who should come stumping up the hill but Pooh.
‘Good afternoon, Kanga.’
‘Good afternoon, Pooh.’
‘Look at me jumping,’ squeaked Roo, and fell into another mouse-hole.
‘Hallo, Roo, my little fellow!’
‘We were just going home,’ said Kanga. ‘Good afternoon, Rabbit. Good afternoon, Piglet.’
Rabbit and Piglet, who had now come up from the other side of the hill, said ‘Good afternoon,’ and ‘Hallo, Roo,’ and Roo asked them to look at him jumping, so they stayed and looked.
And Kanga looked too. …
‘Oh, Kanga,’ said Pooh, after Rabbit had winked at him twice, ‘I don’t know if you are interested in Poetry at all?’
‘Hardly at all,’ said Kanga.
‘Oh!’ said Pooh.
‘Roo, dear, just one more jump and then we must go home.’
There was a short silence while Roo fell down another mouse-hole.
‘Go on,’ said Rabbit in a loud whisper behind his paw.