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rescue him on your back?'

'I don't think so,' said Owl, after grave thought. 'It is doubtful if the

necessary dorsal muscles '

'Then would you fly to him at once and say that Rescue is Coming? And Pooh and I will think of a Rescue and come as quick as ever we can. Oh, don't talk, Owl, go on quick!' And, still thinking of something to say, Owl flew off.

'Now then, Pooh,' said Christopher Robin, 'where's your boat?'

'I ought to say,' explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island,

'that it isn't just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a Boat, and sometimes it's more of an Accident. It all depends.'

'Depends on what?'

'On whether I'm on top of it or underneath it.'

'Oh! Well, where is it?'

'There!' said Pooh, pointing proudly to The Floating Bear.

It wasn't what Christopher Robin expected, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought what a Brave and Clever Bear Pooh was, and the more Christopher

Robin thought this, the more Pooh looked modestly down his nose and tried to

pretend he wasn't.

'But it's too small for two of us,' said Christopher Robin sadly.

'Three of us with Piglet.'

'That makes it smaller still Oh, Pooh Bear, what shall we do?'

And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's),

R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's

Comforter and Tail-finder)-in fact, Pooh himself-said something so clever that

Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and

loved so long.

'We might go in your umbrella,' said Pooh.

'?'

'We might go in your umbrella,' said Pooh?

'??'

'We might go in your umbrella,' said Pooh.

'!!!!!!'

For suddenly Christopher Robin saw that they might. He opened his umbrella and put it point downwards in the water. It floated but wobbled.

Pooh got in. He was just beginning to say that it was all right now, when he found that it wasn't, so after a short drink, which he didn't really want, he waded back to Christopher Robin. Then they both got in together, and it wobbled

no longer.

'I shall call this boat The Brain of Pooh,' said Christopher Robin, and The

Brain of Pooh set sail forthwith in a south-westerly direction, revolving

gracefully.

You can imagine Piglet's joy when at last the ship came in sight of him. In after-years he liked to think that he had been in Very Great Danger during the