“I haven’t seen anybody today,” said Pooh, “not so as to say ‘Hallo, Small,’ to. Did you want him for anything?”
“ I don’t want him,” said Rabbit. “But it’s always useful to know where a friend-and-relation is , whether you want him or whether you don’t.”
“Oh, I see,” said Pooh. “Is he lost?”
“Well,” said Rabbit, “nobody has seen him for a long time, so I suppose he is. Anyhow,” he went on importantly, “I promised Christopher Robin I’d Organize a Search for him, so come on.”
Pooh said goodbye affectionately to his fourteen pots of honey, and hoped they were fifteen; and he and Rabbit went out into the Forest.
“Now,” said Rabbit, “this is a Search, and I’ve Organized it—”
“Done what to it?” said Pooh.
“Organized it. Which means—well, it’s what you do to a Search, when you don’t all look in the same place at once. So I want you , Pooh, to search by the Six Pine Trees first, and then work your way towards Owl’s House, and look out for me there. Do you see?”
“No,” said Pooh. “What—”
“Then I’ll see you at Owl’s House in about an hour’s time.”
“Is Piglet organdized too?”
“We all are,” said Rabbit, and off he went.
As soon as Rabbit was out of sight, Pooh remembered that he had forgotten to ask who Small was, and whether he was the sort of friend-and-relation who settled on one’s nose, or the sort who got trodden on by mistake, and as it was Too Late Now, he thought he would begin the Hunt by looking for Piglet, and asking him what they were looking for before he looked for it.
“And it’s no good looking at the Six Pine Trees for Piglet,” said Pooh to himself, “because he’s been organdized in a special place of his own. So I shall have to look for the Special Place first. I wonder where it is.” And he wrote it down in his head like this:
Order of Looking for Things Special Place. (To find Piglet.) Piglet. (To find who Small is.) Small. (To find Small.) Rabbit. (To tell him I’ve found Small.) Small Again. (To tell him I’ve found Rabbit.)