“Can they fly?” asked Roo.
“Yes,” said Tigger, “they’re very good flyers, Tiggers are. Stornry good flyers.”
“Oo!” said Roo. “Can they fly as well as Owl?”
“Yes,” said Tigger. “Only they don’t want to.”
“Why don’t they want to?”
“Well, they just don’t like it, somehow.”
Roo couldn’t understand this, because he thought it would be lovely to be able to fly, but Tigger said it was difficult to explain to anybody who wasn’t a Tigger himself.
“Well,” said Roo, “can they jump as far as Kangas?”
“Yes,” said Tigger. “When they want to.”
“I love jumping,” said Roo. “Let’s see who can jump farthest, you or me.”
“ I can,” said Tigger. “But we mustn’t stop now, or we shall be late.”
“Late for what?”
“For whatever we want to be in time for,” said Tigger, hurrying on.
In a little while they came to the Six Pine Trees.
“I can swim,” said Roo. “I fell into the river, and I swimmed. Can Tiggers swim?”
“Of course they can. Tiggers can do everything.”
“Can they climb trees better than Pooh?” asked Roo, stopping under the tallest Pine Tree, and looking up at it.