Winnie the Pooh

'And Piglet?'

'I think Piglet thought of something at the same time. Suddenly.'

'Well, we must be getting home,' said Kanga. 'Good-bye, Pooh.' And in three

large jumps she was gone.

Pooh looked after her as she went.

'I wish I could jump like that,' he thought. 'Some can and some can't. That's

how it is.'

But there were moments when Piglet wished that Kanga couldn't. Often, when he had had a long walk home through the Forest, he had wished that he were a bird; but now he thought jerkily to himself at the bottom of Kanga's pocket,

this take

'If is shall really to

flying I never it.'

And as he went up in the air he said, 'Ooooooo!' and as he came down he said,

'Ow!' And he was saying, 'Ooooooo-ow, ooooooo-ow,

ooooooo-ow' all the way to Kanga's house.

Of course as soon as Kanga unbuttoned her pocket, she saw what had happened.

Just for a moment, she thought she was frightened, and then

she knew she wasn't: for she felt quite sure that Christopher Robin could never let any harm happen to Roo. So she said to herself, 'If they are having a joke

with me, I will have a joke with them.'

'Now then, Roo, dear,' she said, as she took Piglet out of her pocket.

'Bed-time.'

'Aha!' said Piglet, as well as he could after his Terrifying Journey. But it wasn't a very good 'Aha!' and Kanga didn't seem to understand what it meant.

'Bath first,' said Kanga in a cheerful voice.

'Aha!' said Piglet again, looking round anxiously for the others. But the others weren't there. Rabbit was playing with Baby Roo in his own house, and feeling more fond of him every minute, and Pooh, who had decided to be a Kanga, was still at the sandy place on the top of the Forest, practising jumps.

'I am not at all sure,' said Kanga in a thoughtful voice, 'that it wouldn't be a good idea to have a cold bath this evening. Would you like that, Roo, dear?'

Piglet, who had never been really fond of baths, shuddered a long indignant shudder, and said in as brave a voice as he could:

'Kanga, I see that the time has come to speak plainly.'

'Funny little Roo,' said Kanga, as she got the bath-water ready.

'I am not Roo,' said Piglet loudly. 'I am Piglet!'

'Yes, dear, yes,' said Kanga soothingly. 'And imitating Piglet's voice too! So clever of him,' she went on, as she took a large bar of yellow soap out of the

cupboard. 'What will he be doing next'

'Can't you see?' shouted Piglet 'Haven't you got eyes? Look at me!'

'I am looking, Roo, dear,' said Kanga rather severely. 'And you know what I told you yesterday about making faces. If you go on making faces like Piglet's, you will grow up to look like Piglet-and then think how sorry you will be. Now then, into the bath, and don't let me have to speak to you about it again.'

Before he knew where he was, Piglet was in the bath, and Kanga was scrubbing him

firmly with a large lathery flannel.

'Ow!' cried Piglet. 'Let me out! I'm Piglet!'