Written down like this, it doesn't seem a very good song, but coming through pale fawn fluff at about half- past eleven on a very sunny morning, it seemed to Pooh to be one of the best songs he had ever sung. So he went on singing it.
Piglet was busy digging a small hole in the ground outside his house.
'Hallo, Piglet,' said Pooh.
'Hallo, Pooh,' said Piglet, giving a jump of surprise. 'I knew it was you.'
'So did I,' said Pooh. 'What are you doing?'
'I'm planting a haycorn, Pooh, so that it can grow up into an oak-tree, and have lots of haycorns just outside the front door instead of having to walk miles and miles, do you see, Pooh?'
'Supposing it doesn't?' said Pooh.
'It will, because Christopher Robin says it will, so that's why I'm planting it.'
'Well,' said Pooh, 'if I plant a honeycomb outside my house, then it will grow up into a beehive.'
Piglet wasn't quite sure about this.
'Or a piece of a honeycomb,' said Pooh, 'so as not to waste too much. Only then I might only get a piece of a beehive, and it might be the wrong piece, where the bees were buzzing and not hunnying. Bother.'
Piglet agreed that that would be rather bothering.
'Besides, Pooh, it's a very difficult thing, planting unless you know how to do it,' he said; and he put the acorn in the hole he had made, and covered it up with earth, and jumped on it.
'I do know,' said Pooh, 'because Christopher Robin gave me a mastershalum seed, and I planted it, and I'm going to have mastershalums all over the front door.'
'I thought they were called nasturtiums,' said Piglet timidly, as he went on jumping.
'No,' said Pooh. 'Not these. These are called mastershalums.'
When Piglet had finished jumping, he wiped his paws on his front, and said, 'What shall we do now?' and Pooh said, 'Let's go and see Kanga and Roo and Tigger,' and Piglet said, 'Y-yes. L-let's' – because he was still a little anxious about Tigger, who was a Very Bouncy Animal, with a way of saying How-do-you-do, which always left your ears full of sand, even after Kanga had said, 'Gently, Tigger dear,' and had helped you up again. So they set off for Kanga's house.
Now it happened that Kanga had felt rather motherly that morning, and Wanting to Count Things-like Roo's vests, and how many pieces of soap there were left, and the two clean spots in Tigger's feeder; so she had sent them out with a packet of watercress sandwiches for Roo and a packet of extract-of-malt sandwiches for Tigger, to have a nice long morning in the Forest not getting into mischief. And off they had gone.
And as they went, Tigger told Roo (who wanted to know) all about the things that Tiggers could do.
'Can they fly?' asked Roo.
'Yes,' said Tigger, 'they're very good flyers, Tiggers are. Strornry good flyers.'
'Oo!' said Roo. 'Can they fly as well as Owl?'
'Yes,' said Tigger. 'Only they don't want to.'
'Why don't they want to?' well, they just don't like it somehow.'
Roo couldn't understand this, because he thought it would be lovely to be able to fly, but Tigger said it was difficult to explain to anybody who wasn't a Tigger himself.
'Well,' said Roo, 'can they jump as far as Kangas?'
'Yes,' said Tigger. 'When they want to.'
'I love jumping,' said Roo. 'Let's see who can jump farthest, you or me.'
'I can,' said Tigger. 'But we mustn't stop now, or we shall be late.'
'Late for what?'
'For whatever we want to be in time for,' said Tigger, hurrying on.
In a little while they came to the Six Pine Trees.
'I can swim,' said Roo. 'I fell into the river, and I swimmed. Can Tiggers swim?'
'Of course they can. Tiggers can do everything.'
'Can they climb trees better than Pooh?' asked Roo, stopping under the tallest Pine Tree, and looking up at it.
'Climbing trees is what they do best,' said Tigger. 'Much better than Poohs.'
'Could they climb this one?'
'They're always climbing trees like that,' said Tigger. 'Up and down all day.'
'Oo, Tigger, are they really?'
'I'll show you,' said Tigger bravely, 'and you can sit on my back and watch me. 'For of all the things which he had said Tiggers could do, the only one he felt really certain about suddenly was climbing trees.
'Oo, Tigger-oo, Tigger-oo, Tigger!' squeaked Roo excitedly.
So he sat on Tigger's back and up they went.
And for the first ten feet Tigger said happily to himself, 'Up we go!'
And for the next ten feet he said:
'I always said Tiggers could climb trees.'
And for the next ten feet he said:
'Not that it's easy, mind you.'
And for the next ten feet he said:
'Of course, there's the coming-down too. Backwards.'
And then he said:
'Which will be difficult...'
'Unless one fell...'
'When it would be...'
'EASY.'
And at the word 'easy,' the branch he was standing on broke suddenly, and he just managed to clutch at the one above him as he felt himself going... and then slowly he got his chin over it... and then one back paw... and then the other... until at last he was sitting on it, breathing very quickly, and wishing that he had gone in for swimming instead.
Roo climbed off, and sat down next to him.
'Oo, Tigger,' he said excitedly, 'are we at the top?
'No,' said Tigger.
'Are we going to the top?'
'No,' said Tigger.
'Oh!' said Roo rather sadly. And then he went on hopefully: 'That was a lovely bit just now, when you pretended we were going to fall-bump-to-the-bottom, and we didn't. Will you do that bit again?'
'No,' said Tigger.
Roo was silent for a little while, and then he said, 'Shall we eat our sandwiches, Tigger?' And Tigger said, 'Yes, where are they?' And Roo said, 'At the bottom of the tree.' And Tigger said, 'I don't think we'd better eat them just yet.' So they didn't.
By-and-by Pooh and Piglet came along. Pooh was telling Piglet in a singing voice that it didn't seem to matter, if he didn't get any fatter, and he didn't think he was getting any fatter, what he did; and Piglet was wondering how long it would be before his haycorn came up.
'Look, Pooh!' said Piglet suddenly. 'There's something in one of the Pine Trees.'
'So there is!' said Pooh, looking up wonderingly. 'There's an Animal.'
Piglet took Pooh's arm, in case Pooh was frightened.
