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Today's story is called Winnie the Pooh and the Woolery, a classic story written by A .A.
Milne and adapted for audio by Daniel Hines.
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Winnie the Pooh and the Woolery Pooh had wandered into the Hundred Acre Wood and was standing in front of what had once been Owl's house.
It didn't look at all like a house now.
It looked like a tree which had been blown down.
And as soon as a tree looks like that, it is time you try to find another one.' Pooh had a mysterious message underneath his front door that morning, saying, I am scourching for a new house for Owl, so had you Rabbit.
And while he was wondering what it meant, Rabbit had come in and read it for him.
I'm leaving one for all the others, said Rabbit.
And telling them what it means.
And they'll all search too.
I'm in a hurry. Good -bye.
And he had run off.
Poo followed slowly.
He had something better to do than to find a new house for Owl.
He had to make up a Poo song about the old one.
Because he had promised Piglet days and days ago that he would, and whenever he and Piglet had met since, Piglet didn't actually say anything, but you knew at once why he didn't.
And if anybody mentioned hums or trees or strings or storms in the night, Piglet's nose went all pink at the tip and he talked about something quite different in a hurried sort of way.
But it isn't easy, said Pooh to himself, as he looked at what had once been Owl's house.
Because poetry and hums aren't things which you can get.
They're things which get you, and all you can do is go where they can find you.
He waited, hopefully.
Well, said Pooh, after a long wait, I shall begin, Here lies a tree, because it does, And then I'll see what happens." This is what happened.
Here lies a tree, which Owl, a bird, was fond of when it stood on end.
And then he went on for quite a long time explaining about how Piglet had saved the day when Owl's house had been flattened by the wind.
So there it is, said Pooh, when he had sung this to himself three times.
It's come different from what I thought it would, but it's come.
Now I must go and sing it to Piglet." I am scourging for a new house, Rowell, so would you, Rabbit!
Rabbit had arrived to explain the plan to Eeyore.
What's all this? said Eeyore.
Rabbit explained. Nobody tells me, said Eeyore.
Nobody keeps me informed.
I make it seventeen days come Friday since anybody spoke to me.
It certainly hasn't been seventeen days!
Come Friday, explained Eeyore.
And today is Saturday, said Rabbit, so that would make it eleven days, and I was here myself a week ago.
Not conversing, said Eeyore.
Not first one and then the other.
You said hello and flashed past. I saw your tail in the distance as I was meditating my reply.
I had thought of saying what?
But of course, it was then too late.
Well I was in a hurry.
No give and take, Eor went on.
No exchange of thought.
Hello, what? I mean it gets you nowhere, particularly if the other person's tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.
It's your fault, Eor, you've never been to see any of us.
You just stay here in this one corner of the forest waiting for the others to come to you.
Why don't you go to them sometimes?
Eeyore was silent for a little while, thinking there may be something in what you say, rabbit.
He said at last, I must move about more.
I must come and go.
That's right, Eeyore.
Drop in on any of us at any time when you feel like it.
Thank you, rabbit. And if anybody says in a loud voice bother it's Eeyore, I can drop out again.
Rabbit stood on one leg for a moment.
""Well," he said, ""I must be going." ""Good -bye," said Eor.
""What? Oh, good -bye.
And if you do come across a house for Owl, you must let us know." ""I will give my mind to it," said Eor.
Rabbit went. Pooh had found Piglet, and they were walking back to the Hundred Acre Wood together.
""Piglet," said Pooh a little shyly after they had walked for some time without saying anything.
""Yes, Pooh?" Do you remember when I said that a respectful poo song might be written about you know what?
Oh, did you poo? said Piglet getting a little pink around the nose.
Oh, yes, I believe you did.
It has been written, Piglet.
The pink went slowly up Piglet's nose to his ears and settled there.
Has it, poo? he asked huskily.
About... about that time, when...
do you mean really written?" Yes, Piglet.
The tips of Piglet's ears glowed suddenly, and he tried to say something, but even after he had husked once or twice, nothing came out.
So Poo went on. There are seven verses in it.
"'Seven!' said Piglet, as carelessly as he could.
You don't often get seven verses in a hum, do you, Pooh?" Never," said Pooh.
I don't suppose it's ever been heard of before.
"'Do the others know yet?' asked Piglet, stopping for a moment to pick up a stick and throw it away.
"'No,' said Pooh, and I wondered which you would like best, for me to hum it now, or to wait till we find the others and then hum it to all of you,' Piglet thought for a little.
I think what I like best, Pooh, is I'd like you to hum it to me now and then to hum it to all of us.
Because then everybody would hear it but I could say, oh yes Pooh's told me and pretend not to be listening.
So Pooh hummed it to him, all the seven verses, and Piglet said nothing but just stood and glowed. Never before had anyone sung, Ho for Piglet, Piglet ho, all by himself.
When it was over, he wanted to ask for one of the verses over again, but didn't quite like to.
It was the verse beginning, Oh, gallant Piglet, and it seemed to him a very thoughtful way of beginning a piece of poetry.
Did I really do all that?
he said at last. Well, said Pooh, in poetry, in a piece of poetry.
Well, you did it, Piglet, because the poetry says you did, and that's how people know.
Oh !" said Piglet, "'because I thought I did Blinch a little, just at first, and it says did he Blinch?
No, no. That's why.' You only Blinched inside," said Pooh, "'and that's the bravest way for a very small animal not to Blinch that there is.'" Piglet sighed with happiness and began to think about himself.
He was brave. When they got to Owl's old house, they found everybody else there except Eeyore.
Christopher Robin was telling them what to do and Rabbit was telling them again directly afterwards, in case they hadn't heard, and then they were all doing it.
They had got a rope and were pulling Owl's chairs and pictures and things out of his old house, so as to be ready to put them into his new one.
Kanga was down below tying the things on and calling out to Owl, You don't want this dirty old dishcloth anymore, will you?
And what about this carpet?
It's all in holes! And Owl was calling back indignantly, Of course I do, it's just a question of arranging the furniture properly.
And it isn't a dishcloth, it's my show." Every now and then, Rue fell in and came back on the rope with the next article, which flustered Kanga a little because she never knew where to look for him.
So she got across with Owl and said that his house was a disgrace, all damp and dirty and it was quite time it did tumble down.
Look at that horrid bunch of toadstools growing out of the floor, there !" So Owl looked down, a little surprised because he didn't know about this, and then gave a short sarcastic laugh, and explained that this was his sponge, and that if people didn't know a perfectly ordinary bath sponge when they saw it, things were coming to a pretty pass.
Well, said Kanga, and Roo fell in quickly, crying, I must see Owl's sponge.
Oh, there it is. Oh, Owl.
Owl, it isn't a sponge, it's a sponge!
Do you know what a sponge is, Owl?
It's when your sponge gets all..." And Kangas said, "'Roo, dear !" very quickly, because that's not the way to talk to anybody.
But they were all quite happy when Poo and Piglet came along, and they stopped working in order to have a little rest and listen to Poo's new song.
So then they all told Poo how good it was, and Piglet said carelessly, "'It is good, isn't it.
I mean, as a song.'" �And what about the new house ?� asked Pooh.
�Have you found it, Owl ?� �He�s found a name for it ,� said Christopher Robin, lazily nibbling at a piece of grass, �so now all he wants is the house.� �I am calling it this ,� said Owl importantly, and he showed them what he had been making.
It was a square piece of board with the name of the house painted on it, �The Wallery.� It was at this exciting moment that something came through the trees and bumped into owl.
The board fell to the ground, and Piglet and Roo bent over it eagerly.
Oh, it's you! said Owl crossly.
Hello, Eeyore! said Rabbit.
There you are. Where have you been?
Eeyore took no notice of them.
Good morning, Christopher Robin, he said, brushing away Roo and Piglet and sitting down on the Woolery.
Are we alone? Yes, said Christopher Robin, smiling to himself.
I have been told, the news has worked through to my corner of the forest the damp bit down on the right which nobody wants that a certain person is looking for a house.
I have found one for him.
Ah, well done, said Rabbit kindly.
Eeyore looked round slowly at him and then turned back to Christopher Robin.
We have been joined by something, he said in a loud whisper.
But no matter we can leave it behind.
If you will come with me, Christopher Robin, I will show you to the house.
Christopher Robin jumped up.
Come on, Pooh, he said.
Come on, Tigger, cried Roo.
Shall we go, Owl, said Rabbit.
Wait a moment, said Owl, picking up his notice board which had just come back into sight again.
Eor waved them back.
"'Christopher Robin and I are going for a short walk,' he said.
"'Not a jostle. "'If he likes to bring Poo and Piglet with him, I shall be glad of their company.
"'But one must be able to breathe.' "'That's all right,' said Rabbit, rather glad to be left in charge of something.
"'We'll go on getting the things out.
"'Now, then, Tigger, where's that rope?
What's the matter, Owl?' Owl, who had just discovered that his new address was the Smudge, coughed at Eeyore sternly, but said nothing, and Eor, with most of the Woolery behind him, marched off with his friends.
So, in a little while, they came to the house which Eor had found.
And for some minutes before they came to it, Piglet was nudging Pooh, and Pooh was nudging Piglet.
And they were saying, It is, and It can't be, and It is really to each other.
And when they got there, it really was.
There," said Eeyore proudly, stopping them outside Piglet's house.
And the name on it and everything.
Oh! cried Christopher Robin, wondering whether to laugh or not.
Just the house for Owl, don't you think so, little Piglet?
And then Piglet did a noble thing, and he did it in a sort of dream, while he was thinking of all the wonderful words Pooh had hummed about him.
Yes, it's just the house for Owl, he said grandly, and I hope he'll be very happy in it.
And then he gulped twice, because he had been very happy in it himself.
What do you think, Christopher Robin?
asked Eeyore a little anxiously, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Christopher Robin had a question to ask first, and he was wondering how to ask it.
�Well ,� he said at last, �it�s a very nice house, and if your own house is blown down you must go somewhere else, mustn�t you?
Piglet, what would you do if your house was blown down ?� Before Piglet could think, Pooh answered for him.
�He�d come and live with me ,� said Pooh.
�Wouldn�t you, Piglet ?� Piglet squeezed his paw.
�Thank you, Pooh ,� he said.
�I should love to.� The end.
Today's story, Winnie the Pooh and the Woolery, was a classic story written for you by A .A.
Milne and adapted for audio by Daniel Hines.
It was edited and produced for you by Andrew Martin and performed for you by me, Amanda Weldon.
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