“That’s funny,” said Tigger.
There was a moment’s silence, and then they heard him pattering off again. For a little longer they waited, until the Forest had become so still that it almost frightened them, and then Rabbit got up and stretched himself.
“Well?” he whispered proudly. “There we are! Just as I said.”
“I’ve been thinking,” said Pooh, “and I think—”
“No,” said Rabbit. “Don’t. Run. Come on.” And they all hurried off, Rabbit leading the way.
“Now,” said Rabbit, after they had gone a little way, “we can talk. What were you going to say, Pooh?”
“Nothing much. Why are we going along here?”
“Because it’s the way home.”
“Oh!” said Pooh.
“I think it’s more to the right,” said Piglet nervously. “What do you think, Pooh?”
Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.
“Well,” he said slowly—
“Come on,” said Rabbit. “I know it’s this way.”
They went on. Ten minutes later they stopped again.
“It’s very silly,” said Rabbit, “but just for the moment I—Ah, of course. Come on. …”
“Here we are,” said Rabbit ten minutes later. “No, we’re not. …”
“Now,” said Rabbit ten minutes later, “I think we ought to be getting—or are we a little bit more to the right than I thought? …”