Pearls of Pooh

I love stories about Pooh and Piglet and Owl and all the creatures in the Hundred Acre Wood. 

I read the book "The House at Pooh Corner" by AA Milne to Thomas while he was in the NICU. I even sang the songs and did funny voices for Owl and Eyeore. It is quite a funny book and at times even the nurses were giggling at the antics.

One grandpa came over to me once while I was reading about Pooh and the Hundred Acre Wood, he told me that he thought that it was great that I was reading to Thomas, he encouraged me to keep on doing it. That was actually very sad day for me because I had realised that morning that Thomas was not going to get better. I was reading in defiance of that outcome, it was as if I read to him really well, he would live.

Here are a couple of Pooh-isms

And as they walked Piglet said nothing, because he couldn’t think of anything, and Pooh said nothing, because he was thinking of a poem. And when he thought of it he began:

What shall we do about poor little Tigger?

If he never eats nothing he’ll never get bigger.

He doesn’t like honey and haycorns and thistles

Because of the taste and because of the bristles.

And all the good things an animal likes

Have the wrong sort of swallow or too many spikes.

“He’s quite big enough anyhow,” said Piglet.

“He isn’t really very big.”

“Well, he seems so.”

Pooh was thoughtful when he heard this, and then he murmured to himself:

But whatever his weight in pounds, shillings, and ounces,

He always seems bigger because of his bounces.

“And that’s the whole poem,” he said. “Do you like it, Piglet?”

All except for the shillings,” said Piglet. “I don’t think they ought to be there.”

“They wanted to come in after the pounds,” explained Pooh, “so I let them. Its the best way to write poetry, letting things come.”

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“Pooh!” squeaked the voice.

“It’s Piglet!” cried Pooh eagerly. “Where are you?”

“Underneath,” said Piglet in an underneath sort of way.

“Underneath what?”

“You,” squeaked Piglet. “Get up!”

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So he sat down on the stone in the middle of the stream, and sang another verse of his song, while he wondered what to do.

The other verse of the song was like this:

I could spend a happy morning

Seeing Roo,

I could spend a happy morning

Being Pooh.

For it doesn’t seem to matter,

If I don’t get any fatter

(And I don’t get any fatter),

What I do.

The sun was so delightfully warm, and the stone, which had been sitting in it for a long time, was so warm too, that Pooh had almost decided to go on being Pooh in the middle of the stream for the rest of the morning, when he remembered Rabbit.

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Its a Jagular,” he said

“What do Jagulars do?” asked Piglet, hoping that they wouldn’t.

“They hide in the branches and drop on you as you go underneath,” said Pooh. “Christopher Robin told me”

“Perhaps we better hadn’t go underneath, Pooh. In case he dropped and hurt himself”

“They dont hurt themselves,” said Pooh. “Theyr’e such very good droppers.”

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“Pooh” said Piglet reproachfully, “haven’t you been listening to what Rabbit was saying?”

“I listened, but I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again please Rabbit?”

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“Rabbit’s clever” said Pooh thoughtfully.

“Yes said Piglet, “Rabbit's clever”

"And he has Brain”

“Yes” said Piglet, “Rabbit has Brain”

There was a long silence.

“I suppose, said Pooh, “that that’s why he never understands anything.”

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