Owl
"I just came across it in the forest.
It was hanging over a bush, and I thought
at first that someone lived there,
so I rang it, and nothing happened, and then I
rang it again very loudly, and
it came off in my hand, and as nobody seemed to
want it, I took it home, and-"
"Owl," said Pooh solemnly, "you made a mistake.
Somebody did want it." "Who?"
"Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore. He was-he
was fond of it." "Fond of it?"
"Attached to it," said Winnie the Pooh sadly.
"I'm just saying 'A Happy Birthday,'" said Owl carelessly. "It's a nice
long one," said Pooh,
very much impressed by it. "Well, actually, of course, I'm saying 'A Very
Happy Birthday
with love from Pooh.' Naturally it takes a good deal of pencil to say a
long thing like that."
"Hallo,
Pooh," Owl said. "How's things?"
"Terrible and Sad," said Pooh,
"because Eeyore,
who is a friend of mine, has lost his
tail. And
he's Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me how to find it for
him?"
"Well," said Owl, "the customary procedure in such cases is as follows."
"What does Crustimoney
Proseedcake mean?" said Pooh. "For I am a Bear of Very Little
Brain, and long words Bother me."
"It means the Thing to Do."
A Little Story About That Little
Ol' Bear 
--Excerpts From Winnie The Pooh by A. A. Milne.
They had come to a stream which
was twisted amd tumbled between high rocky banks, and
Christopher Robin saw at once how dangerous it was.
"It's just the place," he explained, "for and Ambush."
"What sort of bush?" whispered Pooh to Piglet. "A gorse-bush?"
"My dear Pooh,"
said Owl in his superior way, "don't you know what and Ambush is?"
"Owl," said Piglet, looking
round at him severely, "Pooh's whisper was a perfectly private
whisper, and there was no need----" 
"An Ambush,
as I was about to explain to Pooh," said Piglet, "is sort of a Surprise."
"If people jump out at you suddenly, that's an Ambush," said Owl.
"It's an Ambush, Pooh, when people jump at you suddenly," explained Piglet.
Pooh, who now knew what an Ambush
was,
said that a gorse-bush had sprung at
him suddenly
one day when he fell
off a tree,
and he had taken six days to get all
the prickles out of himself.
"We are not talking about gorse-bushes," said Owl a little crossly.
"I am," said Pooh.
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