'Extremely what?' asked Rabbit.
'What you were saying,' said Pooh. 'Undoubtably.'
Piglet gave Pooh a stiffening sort of nudge, and Pooh, who felt more and more that he was somewhere else, got up slowly and began to look for himself.
'But how shall we do it?' asked Piglet. 'What sort of a lesson, Rabbit?'
'That's the point,' said Rabbit.
The word 'lesson' came back to Pooh as one he had heard before somewhere.
'There's a thing called Twy-stymes,' he said. 'Christopher Robin tried to teach it to me once, but it didn't.'
'What didn't?' said Rabbit.
'Didn't what?' said Piglet.
Pooh shook his head.
'I don't know,' he said. 'It just didn't. What are we talking about?'
'Pooh,' said Piglet reproachfully, 'haven't you been listening to what Rabbit was saying?'
'I listened, but I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?'
Rabbit never minded saying things again, so he asked where he should begin from; and when Pooh had said from the moment when the fluff got in his ear, and Rabbit had asked when that was, and Pooh had said he didn't know because he hadn't heard properly, Piglet settled it all by saying that what they were trying to do was, they were just trying to think of a way to get the bounces out of Tigger, because however much you liked him, you couldn't deny it, he did bounce.
'Oh, I see,' said Pooh.
'There's too much of him,' said Rabbit, 'that's what it comes to.'
Pooh tried to think, and all he could think of was something which didn't help at all. So he hummed it very quietly to himself.
'What was Pooh saying?' asked Rabbit. 'Any good?'
'No,' said Pooh sadly. 'No good.'
'Well, I've got an idea,' said Rabbit, 'and here it is. We take Tigger for a long explore, somewhere where he's never been, and we lose him there, and next morning we find him again, and-mark my words-he'll be a different Tigger altogether.'
'Why?' said Pooh.
'Because he'll be a Humble Tigger. Because he'll be a Sad Tigger, a Melancholy Tigger, a Small and Sorry Tigger, an Oh-Rabbit-I-am-glad-to-see-you Tigger. That's why.'
'Will he be glad to see me and Piglet, too?'
'Of course.'
'That's good,' said Pooh.
'I should hate him to go on being Sad,' said Piglet doubtfully.
'Tiggers never go on being Sad,' explained Rabbit. 'They get over it with Astonishing Rapidity. I asked Owl, just to make sure, and he said that that's what they always get over it with. But if we can make Tigger feel Small and Sad just for five minutes, we shall have done a good deed.'
'Would Christopher Robin think so?' asked Piglet.
'Yes,' said Rabbit. 'He'd say 'You've done a good deed, Piglet. I would have done it myself, only I happened to be doing something else. Thank you, Piglet.' And Pooh, of course.'
Piglet felt very glad about this, and he saw at once that what they were going to do to Tigger was a good thing to do, and as Pooh and Rabbit were doing it with him, it was a thing which even a Very Small Animal could wake up in the morning and be comfortable about doing. So the only question was, where should they lose Tigger?
'We'll take him to the North Pole,' said Rabbit, 'because it was a very long explore finding it, so it will be a very long explore for Tigger un-finding it again.'
It was now Pooh's turn to feel very glad, because it was he who had first found the North Pole, and when they got there, Tigger would see a notice which said, 'Discovered by Pooh, Pooh found it,' and then Tigger would know, which perhaps he didn't now, the sort of Bear Pooh was. That sort of Bear.
So it was arranged that they should start next morning, and that Rabbit, who lived near Kanga and Roo and Tigger, should now go home and ask Tigger what he was doing to-morrow, because if he wasn't doing anything, what about coming for an explore and getting Pooh and Piglet to come too? And if Tigger said 'Yes' that would be all right, and if he said 'No.'
'He won't,' said Rabbit. 'Leave it to me.' And he went off busily.
The next day was quite a different day. Instead of being hot and sunny, it was cold and misty. Pooh didn't mind for himself, but when he thought of all the honey the bees wouldn't be making, a cold and misty day always made him feel sorry for them. He said so to Piglet when Piglet came to fetch him, and Piglet said that he wasn't thinking of that so much, but of how cold and miserable it would be being lost all day and night on the top of the Forest. But when he and Pooh had got to Rabbit's house, Rabbit said it was just the day for them, because Tigger always bounced on ahead of everybody, and as soon as he got out of sight, they would hurry away in the other direction, and he would never see them again.
'Not never?' said Piglet.
'Well, not until we find him again, Piglet. To-morrow, or whenever it is. Come on. He's waiting for us.'
When they got to Kanga's house, they found that Roo was waiting too, being a great friend of Tigger's, which made it Awkward; but Rabbit whispered 'Leave this to me' behind his paw to Pooh, and went up to Kanga.
'I don't think Roo had better come,' he said. 'Not to-day.'
'Why not?' said Roo, who wasn't supposed to be listening.
'Nasty cold day,' said Rabbit, shaking his head. 'And you were coughing this morning.'
'How do you know?' asked Roo indignantly.
'Oh, Roo, you never told me,' said Kanga reproachfully.
'It was a biscuit cough,' said Roo, 'not one you tell about.'
'I think not to-day, dear. Another day.'
'To-morrow?' said Roo hopefully.
'We'll see,' said Kanga.
'You're always seeing, and nothing ever happens,' said Roo sadly.
'Nobody could see on a day like this, Roo,' said Rabbit. 'I don't expect we shall get very far, and then this afternoon we'll all-we'll all– we'll-ah, Tigger, there you are. Come on. Goodbye, Roo! This afternoon we'll-come on, Pooh! All ready? That's right. Come on.'
So they went. At first Pooh and Rabbit and Piglet walked together, and Tigger ran round them in circles,
