“And didn’t I give him anything?” asked Christopher Robin sadly.

“Of course you did,” I said. “You gave him⁠—don’t you remember⁠—a little⁠—a little⁠—”

“I gave him a box of paints to paint things with.”

“That was it.”

“Why didn’t I give it to him in the morning?”

“You were so busy getting his party ready for him. He had a cake with icing on the top, and three candles, and his name in pink sugar, and⁠—”

“Yes, I remember,” said Christopher Robin.