'Oh!' said Pooh again. 'What is the North Pole?' he asked.
'It's just a thing you discover,' said Christopher Robin carelessly, not being
'Oh! I see,' said Pooh. 'Are bears any good at discovering it?'
'Of course they are. And Rabbit and Kanga and all of you. It's an Expedition.
That's what an Expedition means. A long line of everybody. You'd better tell the others to get ready, while I see if my gun's all right. And we must all bring
'Oh!' said Pooh happily. 'I thought you said Provisions. I'll go and tell them.'
'Let's pretend it isn't,' said Rabbit, 'and see what happens.'
'I've got a message for you.'
'Yes. And we're going to discover a Pole or something. Or was it a Mole? Anyhow
'We are, are we?' said Rabbit.
'Yes. And we've got to bring Pro-things to eat with us. In case we want to eat them. Now I'm going down to Piglet's. Tell Kanga, will you?'
The Piglet was sitting on the ground at the door of his house blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year, next year, some time or never. He had just discovered that it would be never, and was trying to remember what 'it' was, and hoping it wasn't anything nice, when Pooh came up.
'Oh! Piglet,' said Pooh excitedly, we're going on an Expotition, all of us, with things to eat. To discover something.'
'To discover what?' said Piglet anxiously.