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    Winnie-the-Pooh
    Winnie-the-Pooh
    Winnie-the-Pooh
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    Winnie-the-Pooh

    By A. A. Milne

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    “Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart”

    Winnie-the-Pooh, also called Pooh Bear and Pooh, is a fictional anthropomorphic teddy bear created by English author A. A. Milne.

    The first collection of stories about the character was the book Winnie-the-Pooh (1926), and this was followed by The House at Pooh Corner (1928). Milne also included a poem about the bear in the children\'s verse book When We Were Very Young (1924) and many more in Now We Are Six (1927). All four volumes were illustrated by E. H. Shepard.

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisher책보요여
    Release dateJan 27, 2023
    ISBN9791190059879
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    A. A. Milne

    A. A. Milne (1882–1956) was an English playwright, poet, and author. He served in both World Wars, but in peacetime devoted himself to writing. He is best known for his Winnie-the-Pooh books, which were inspired by his son, Christopher Robin Milne.

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      Winnie-the-Pooh - A. A. Milne

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      CHAPTER I

      In Which We Are Introduced To Winnie-the-pooh And Some Bees, And The Stories Begin

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      Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.

      When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, But I thought he was a boy?

      So did I, said Christopher Robin.

      Then you can't call him Winnie?

      I don't.

      But you said——

      "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what 'ther' means?"

      Ah, yes, now I do, I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get.

      Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening——

      What about a story? said Christopher Robin.

      "What about a story?" I said.

      Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?

      I suppose I could, I said. What sort of stories does he like?

      "About himself. Because he's that sort of Bear."

      Oh, I see.

      So could you very sweetly?

      I'll try, I said.

      So I tried.

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      Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.

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      (What does 'under the name' mean? asked Christopher Robin.

      "It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it."

      Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure, said Christopher Robin.

      Now I am, said a growly voice.

      Then I will go on, said I.)

      One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise.

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      Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think.

      First of all he said to himself: "That buzzing-noise means something. You don't get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee."

      Then he thought another long time, and said: And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.

      And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it." So he began to climb the tree.

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      He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this:

      Isn't it funny

      How a bear likes honey?

      Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

      I wonder why he does?

      Then he climbed a little further ... and a little further ... and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song.

      It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,

      They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees.

      And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),

      We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.

      He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch ...

      Crack!

      Oh, help! said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.

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      If only I hadn't—— he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.

      "You see, what I meant to do, he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, what I meant to do——"

      "Of course, it was rather——" he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.

      It all comes, I suppose, he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, "it all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!"

      He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.

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      (Was that me? said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.

      "That was you."

      Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and pinker.)

      So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the forest.

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      Good morning, Christopher Robin, he said.

      "Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh," said you.

      I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you?

      A balloon?

      Yes, I just said to myself coming along: 'I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?' I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering.

      What do you want a balloon for? you said.

      Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: "Honey!"

      But you don't get honey with balloons!

      "I do," said Pooh.

      Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit's relations had had a big blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you.

      Which one would you like? you asked Pooh.

      He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully.

      It's like this, he said. When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and not notice you, and, if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?

      "Wouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon?" you asked.

      They might or they might not, said Winnie-the-Pooh. You never can tell with bees. He thought

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