“Tigger and Roo are right up the Six Pine Trees, and they can’t get down, and—”
“And I was just saying,” put in Piglet, “that if only Christopher Robin—”
“ And Eeyore—”
“If only you were here, then we could think of something to do.”
Christopher Robin looked up at Tigger and Roo, and tried to think of something.
“ I thought,” said Piglet earnestly, “that if Eeyore stood at the bottom of the tree, and if Pooh stood on Eeyore’s back, and if I stood on Pooh’s shoulders—”
“And if Eeyore’s back snapped suddenly, then we could all laugh. Ha ha! Amusing in a quiet way,” said Eeyore, “but not really helpful.”
“Well,” said Piglet meekly, “ I thought—”
“Would it break your back, Eeyore?” asked Pooh, very much surprised.
“That’s what would be so interesting, Pooh. Not being quite sure till afterwards.”
Pooh said “Oh!” and they all began to think again.
“I’ve got an idea!” cried Christopher Robin suddenly.
“Listen to this, Piglet,” said Eeyore, “and then you’ll know what we’re trying to do.”
“I’ll take off my tunic and we’ll each hold a corner, and then Roo and Tigger can jump into it, and it will be all soft and bouncy for them, and they won’t hurt themselves.”
“ Getting Tigger down ,” said Eeyore, “and Not hurting anybody . Keep those two ideas in your head, Piglet, and you’ll be all right.”
But Piglet wasn’t listening, he was so agog at the thought of seeing Christopher Robin’s blue braces again. He had only seen them once before, when he was much younger, and, being a little overexcited by them, had had to go to bed half an hour earlier than usual; and he had always