In Which Eeyore Finds the Wolery and Owl Moves Into It
Pooh had wandered into the Hundred Acre Wood, and was standing in front of what had once been Owl’s House. It didn’t look at all like a house now; it looked like a tree which had been blown down; and as soon as a house looks like that, it is time you tried to find another one. Pooh had had a Mysterious Missage underneath his front door that morning, saying, “ I am scerching for a new house for Owl so had you Rabbit ,” and while he was wondering what it meant, Rabbit had come in and read it for him.
“I’m leaving one for all the others,” said Rabbit, “and telling them what it means, and they’ll all search too. I’m in a hurry, goodbye.” And he had run off.
Pooh followed slowly. He had something better to do than to find a new house for Owl; he had to make up a Pooh song about the old one. Because he had promised Piglet days and days ago that he would, and whenever he and Piglet had met since, Piglet didn’t actually say anything, but you knew at once why he didn’t; and if anybody mentioned Hums or Trees or String or Storms-in-the-Night, Piglet’s nose went all pink at the tip and he talked about something quite different in a hurried sort of way.
“But it isn’t Easy,” said Pooh to himself, as he looked at what had once been Owl’s House. “Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you . And all you can do is to go where they can find you.”
He waited hopefully. …
“Well,” said Pooh after a long wait, “I shall begin ‘ Here lies a tree ’ because it does, and then I’ll see what happens.”
This is what happened.
Here lies a tree which Owl (a bird) Was fond of when it stood on end, And Owl was talking to a friend Called Me (in case you hadn’t heard) When something Oo occurred. For lo! the wind was blusterous And flattened out his favourite tree; And things looked bad for him and we— Looked bad, I mean, for he and us— I’ve never known them wuss.