“Hallo, Eeyore,” said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came out. “How are you ?”

“It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily.

“So it is.”

“ And freezing.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we haven’t had an earthquake lately.”

“What’s the matter, Eeyore?”

“Nothing, Christopher Robin. Nothing important. I suppose you haven’t seen a house or whatnot anywhere about?”

“What sort of a house?”