Infinite Pooh

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

(_"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._)

And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.

He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again.

"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!"

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

"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----"

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

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

_Crack!_

He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch ...

He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining 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.

By that time he had thought of another song.

Then he climbed a little further ... and a little further ... and then just a little further.

Isn't it funny How a bear likes honey?
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
I wonder why he does?

It went like this: