“When it would be …”
“ Easy .”
And at the word “easy” the branch he was standing on broke suddenly, and he just managed to clutch at the one above him as he felt himself going … and then slowly he got his chin over it … and then one back paw … and then the other … until at last he was sitting on it, breathing very quickly, and wishing that he had gone in for swimming instead.
Roo climbed off, and sat down next to him.
“Oo, Tigger,” he said excitedly, “are we at the top?”
“No,” said Tigger.
“Are we going to the top?”
“No,” said Tigger.
“Oh!” said Roo rather sadly. And then he went on hopefully: “That was a lovely bit just now, when you pretended we were going to fall-bump-to-the-bottom, and we didn’t. Will you do that bit again?”
“ No ,” said Tigger.
Roo was silent for a little while, and then he said, “Shall we eat our sandwiches, Tigger?” And Tigger said, “Yes, where are they?” And Roo said, “At the bottom of the tree.” And Tigger said, “I don’t think we’d better eat them just yet.” So they didn’t.
By and by Pooh and Piglet came along. Pooh was telling Piglet in a singing voice that it didn’t seem to matter, if he didn’t get any fatter, and he didn’t think he was getting any fatter, what he did; and Piglet was wondering how long it would be before his haycorn came up.
“Look, Pooh!” said Piglet suddenly. “There’s something in one of the Pine Trees.”
“So there is!” said Pooh, looking up wonderingly. “There’s an Animal.”
Piglet took Pooh’s arm, in case Pooh was frightened.