“I am calling it this,” said Owl importantly, and he showed them what he had been making. It was a square piece of board with the name of the house painted on it.
The Wolery
It was at this exciting moment that something came through the trees, and bumped into Owl. The board fell to the ground, and Piglet and Roo bent over it eagerly.
“Oh, it’s you,” said Owl crossly.
“Hallo, Eeyore!” said Rabbit. “ There you are! Where have you been?” Eeyore took no notice of them.
“Good morning, Christopher Robin,” he said, brushing away Roo and Piglet, and sitting down on The Wolery . “Are we alone?”
“Yes,” said Christopher Robin, smiling to himself.
“I have been told—the news has worked through to my corner of the Forest—the damp bit down on the right which nobody wants—that a certain Person is looking for a house. I have found one for him.”
“Ah, well done,” said Rabbit kindly.
Eeyore looked round slowly at him, and then turned back to Christopher Robin.
“We have been joined by something,” he said in a loud whisper. “But no matter. We can leave it behind. If you will come with me, Christopher Robin, I will show you the house.”
Christopher Robin jumped up.
“Come on, Pooh,” he said.
“Come on, Tigger!” cried Roo.
“Shall we go, Owl?” said Rabbit.
“Wait a moment,” said Owl, picking up his notice-board, which had just come into sight again.