Winnie the Pooh

they went off home together.

'Well, good night, Pooh,' said Piglet, when they had got to Pooh's house. 'And we meet at six o'clock to-morrow morning by the Pine Trees, and see how many

Heffalumps we've got in our Trap.'

'Six o'clock, Piglet. And have you got any string?'

'No. Why do you want string?'

'To lead them home with.'

'Oh!... I think Heffalumps come if you whistle.'

'Some do and some don't. You never can tell with Heffalumps. Well, good night!'

'Good night!'

And off Piglet trotted to his house TRESPASSERS W, while Pooh made his

preparations for bed.

Some hours later, just as the night was beginning to steal away, Pooh woke up suddenly with a sinking feeling. He had had that sinking feeling before, and he knew what it meant. He was hungry. So he went to the larder, and he stood on a

chair and reached up to the top shelf, and

found-nothing.

'That's funny,' he thought. 'I know I had a jar of honey there. A full jar, full of honey right up to the top, and it had HUNNY written on it, so that I should know it was honey. That's very funny.' And then he began to wander up and down, wondering where it was and murmuring a murmur to himself. Like this:

It's very, very funny,

'Cos I know I had some honey:

'Cos it had a label on,

Saying HUNNY,

A goloptious full-up pot too,

And I don't know where it's got to,

No, I don't know where it's gone
Well, it's funny.

He had murmured this to himself three times in a singing sort of way, when suddenly he remembered. He had put it into the Cunning Trap to catch the

Heffalump.

'Bother!' said Pooh. 'It all comes of trying to be kind to Heffalumps.' And he

got back into bed.

But he couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep, the more he couldn't. He tried Counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself,

'Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better,' Pooh could bear it no longer. He jumped out of bed, he ran out of the house, and he ran straight to

the Six Pine Trees.

The Sun was still in bed, but there was a lightness in the sky over the Hundred

Acre Wood which seemed to show that it was waking up and would soon be kicking off the clothes. In the half-light the Pine Trees looked cold and lonely, and the Very Deep Pit seemed deeper than it was, and Pooh's jar of honey at the bottom was something mysterious, a shape and no more. But as he got nearer lo it his nose told him that it was indeed honey, and his tongue came out and began to

polish up his mouth, ready for it.