Christopher Robin and his friends
 
 
One fine day Pooh had stumped up to the top of the Forest to see if his friend Christopher Robin was interested in Bears at all. At breakfast this moring (a simple meal of marmalade spreaad lightly  over a honeycomb or two) he had suddenly thought of a new song. It began like like this:
                   " Sing ho! for the life of a Bear"
When he had got as far as this, he scratched his head, and thought to himself, 'That's a very good for a song but what about the seocnd line?" He tried singing "Ho" two or three times, but it didn't seem to help. "Perhaps it would be better," he thought,"if I sang Hi for the life of a Bear." So he sang it ... but it wasn't. "Very well then," he said, " I shall sing that first line twice, and perhaps if I sing it very quickly, I shall find myself singing the third and fourth lines before I have time to think of them, and that will be a Good Song. Now then:"

Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!
Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!
I don't much mind if it rains or snows,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice new nose!
I don't much care if it snows  or thaws,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice clean paws!
          Sing Ho! for a Bear!
          Sing Ho! for a Pooh!
And I'll have a little something in a hour or two!

He was so pleased with this song he sang it all the way to the top of the Forest, "and if I go on sining it much longer," he thought, it will be time for the little something, and then the last line won't be true." So he turned it into a hum instead.
 
 
 

  Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey of his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himslef up as well as he could, so as to look Ready for Anything.
 " Good moring, Christopher Robin," he called out.
" Hallo, Pooh Bear. I can't get this boot on."
"That's bad," said Pooh.
 
 
 

" Do you think you could very kindly lean against me 'cos I keep pulling so hard I fall over backwards."

Pooh sat down, dug his feet into the ground, and pushed against Christopher Robin's back, and Christopher Robin pushed hard against his, and pulled at his boot until he got it on.
 

 
 
 
I've got shoes with grown up laces
                                I've knickers and a pair of braces
                                  I'm all ready to run some races
                                    Who's coming out with me?
 "Oh, nothing," He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come On!" "Where?" said
                Pooh. "Anywhere," said Christopher Robin.
   "Pooh, promise you won't ever forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm
100." Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?" "99." Pooh nodded.
                          "I promise," he said.
  So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to
 them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy
                    and his Bear will always be playing.
 
 
 
 

Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hands, called out "Pooh!"
                                     "Yes?" said Pooh.
                                 "When I'm--when--Pooh!"
                                 "Yes, Christopher Robin?"
                          "I'm not going to do Nothing any more."
                                      "Never again?"
                          "Well, not so much. They don't let you."
                   Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again.
                       "Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully.
      "Pooh, when I'm--you know--when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up here
                                       sometimes?"
                                        "Just Me?"
                                        "Yes, Pooh."
                                  "Will you be here too?"
                  "Yes, Pooh, I will be, really. I promise I will be, Pooh."
                                  "That's good," said Pooh
     "Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."
                                  Pooh thought for a little.
                                "How old shall I be then?"
                                       "Ninety-nine."
                                       Pooh nodded.
                                    "I promise," he said
 Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh's paw.
 "Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I--if I'm not quite---" he stopped and tried
             again--"Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?"
                                   "Understand what?"
               "Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come on!"
                                    "Where?" said Pooh.
                           "Anywhere," said Christopher Robin. 
 

 So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the
 way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always
                                         be playing.
 
 
 
 

            An Enchanted Place from 'The House At Pooh Corner' by A A Milne

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