Otter came out of his front door one morning, thinking about a long, fun slide into the river, when he was surprised to see a newcomer nearby.  “Oh, hello,” he said, introducing himself. “I’m Otter.” The newcomer had a long, droopy face and very long droopy ears. He turned out to have a low, droopy… Continue reading

“The thing is, Pooh,” said Christopher Robin, “the thing is that I just can’t decide.” “Decide about what, Christopher Robin?” asked Pooh, who hadn’t really been listening. “About butter and syrup or strawberries, silly old bear,” said Christopher Robin kindly. “I was just saying I’m going to have a nice waffle to eat, and I… Continue reading

Winnie-the-Pooh had just stepped outside his front door after breakfast when he saw Otter and Turtle coming up the path toward his house.  “Hullo, Pooh,” called Otter. “You’re just the bear we need.” “Good morning,” said Turtle, “I wonder, Pooh, if you could help us with something?” “Hullo Otter, hullo Turtle,” said Pooh. “I was… Continue reading

Winnie-the-Pooh was sitting next to Piglet in a warm patch of sunlight. They were watching the river flow slowly past. “Piglet,” said Pooh, “watching the river makes me think of a little hum.” “It does, Pooh?” said Piglet. “Is it because of the animals on that raft that just floated around the bend?” “I don’t… Continue reading

Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet were standing on the bridge, watching the water calmly flow by underneath, when Pooh said “Piglet, I was just thinking about a hum. Would you like to hear it?” “Oh yes, please,” said Piglet, who always liked the hums Pooh made up.  “It’s not really finished,” said Pooh, “but I thought that… Continue reading

Winnie the Pooh was tidying up the pots of honey in his cupboard one day when there came a knock at his door. He stumped over and opened it only to be quite startled by who — or what — was on his doorstep. It was an animal that looked mostly like Rabbit, except for… Continue reading

Rabbit, because he had such big ears, was the first to hear the Strange Sound carried on the breeze through the Hundred Acre Wood. “What was that?” he said suddenly.  Eeyore, who also had very sensitive ears, said “probably mud.” Pooh hadn’t heard anything, so all he said was “What was what, Rabbit?” Piglet had… Continue reading

“The problem is, Piglet,” said Pooh, “the problem is that I’m not sure about how many.” “How many what, Pooh?” asked Piglet. They were in Pooh’s house, Getting Ready.  “How many pots of hunny, Piglet. I shall want a Little Something when we are on Rabbit’s outing, and a pot of hunny is just the… Continue reading