So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh sang this song:
How sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue! Every little cloud Always sings aloud.
тАЬHow sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue!тАЭ It makes him very proud To be a little cloud.
The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them, indeed, left their nests and flew all round the cloud as it began the second verse of this song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment, and then got up again.
тАЬChristopherтБатАФ ow! тБатАФRobin,тАЭ called out the cloud.
тАЬYes?тАЭ
тАЬI have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of bees. тАЭ
тАЬAre they?тАЭ
тАЬQuite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldnтАЩt you?тАЭ
тАЬWould they?тАЭ
тАЬYes. So I think I shall come down.тАЭ
тАЬHow?тАЭ asked you.
Winnie-the-Pooh hadnтАЩt thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fallтБатАФ bump тБатАФand he didnтАЩt like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he said:
тАЬChristopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun. Have you got your gun?тАЭ
тАЬOf course I have,тАЭ you said. тАЬBut if I do that, it will spoil the balloon,тАЭ you said.
тАЬBut if you donтАЩt ,тАЭ said Pooh, тАЬI shall have to let go, and that would spoil me .тАЭ
When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very carefully at the balloon, and fired.