“ 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.