Winnie the Pooh

settled down with The Floating Bear underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with his feet.

Christopher Robin lived at the very top of the Forest. It rained, and it rained, and it rained, but the water couldn't come up to his house. It was rather jolly to look down into the valleys and see the water all round him, but it rained so hard that he stayed indoors most of the time, and thought about things. Every morning he went out with his umbrella and put a stick in the place where the water came up to, and every next morning he went out and couldn't see his stick any more, so he put another stick in the place where the water came up to, and then he walked home again, and each morning he had a shorter way to walk than he had had the morning before. On the morning of the fifth day he saw the water all round him, and he new that for the first time in his life he was on a real island. Which is very exciting. It was on this morning that Owl came flying over the water to say 'How do you do?' to his friend Christopher Robin.

'I say, Owl,' said Christopher Robin, 'isn't this fun? I'm on an island!'

'The atmospheric conditions have been very unfavourable lately,' said Owl.

'The what?'

'It has been raining,' explained Owl.

'Yes,' said Christopher Robin. 'It has.'

'The flood-level has reached an unprecedented height.'

'The who?'

'There's a lot of water about,' explained Owl.

'Yes,' said Christopher Robin, 'there is.'

'However, the prospects are rapidly becoming more favourable. At any moment-'

'Have you seen Pooh?'

'No. At any moment-'

'I hope he's all right,' said Christopher Robin. 'I've been wondering about him.

I expect Piglet's with him. Do you think they're all right, Owl?'

'I expect so. You see, at any moment-'

'Do go and see, Owl. Because Pooh hasn't got very much brain, and he might do something silly, and I do love him so, Owl. Do you see, Owl?'

'That's all right,' said Owl. 'I'll go. Back directly.' And he flew off.

In a little while he was back again. Pooh isn't there,' he said.

'Not there?'

'He's been there. He's been sitting on a branch of his tree outside his house with nine pots of honey. But he isn't there now.'

'Oh, Pooh!' cried Christopher Robin. 'Where are you?'

'Here I am,' said a growly voice behind him.

'Pooh!'

They rushed into each other's arms.

'How did you get here, Pooh?' asked Christopher Robin, when he was ready to talk

again.

'On my boat,' said Pooh proudly. 'I had a Very Important Missage sent me in a bottle, and owing to having got some water in my eyes, I couldn't read it, so I brought it to you. On my boat.'

With these proud words he gave Christopher Robin the missage.

'But it's from Piglet!' cried Christopher Robin when he had read it.

'Isn't there anything about Pooh in it?' asked Bear, looking over his shoulder.

Christopher Robin read the message aloud.

'Oh, are those 'P's' piglets? I thought they were poohs.'

'We must rescue him at once! I thought he was with you, Pooh. Owl, could you