the poetry noise

Winnie the Pooh ---------------- [excerpt] ---------------- woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and listened. 


Then he got out of bed, and lit his candle, and stumped across the room to see if anybody was trying to get into his honey-cupboard, and they weren't, so he stumped back again, blew out his candle, and got into bed. 


Then he heard the noise again. 


'Is that you, Piglet?' he said.  But it wasn't. 


'Come in, Christopher Robin!' he said.  But Christopher Robin didn't. 


'Tell me about it to-morrow, Eeyore,' said Pooh sleepily. 


But the noise went on. 


'Worraworraworraworraworra,' said Whatever-it-was, and Pooh found that he wasn't asleep after all.


'What can it be?' he thought.  'There are a lot of noises in the Forest, but this is a different one. 


It isn't a growl, and it isn't a purr, and it isn't a bark, and it isn't the


noise-you-make-before-beginning-a-piece-of-poetry,


but it's a noise of some kind, made by a strange animal!  And he's making it outside my door.  So I shall get up and ask him not to do it.'


He got out of bed and opened his front door  'Hello!' said Pooh, in case there was anything outside.









(Not really just kidding)


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{"In which Tigger comes to the forest and has breakfast" -- The House at Pooh Corner, by A.A. Milne.  Illustrations by E.H. Shepard.  Methuen & Co. Ltd. (London).  1928.}













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