Piglet began to say that this was because he had just had a bath, and then he thought that perhaps he wouldnтАЩt say that, and as he opened his mouth to say something else, Kanga slipped the medicine spoon in, and then patted him on the back and told him that it was really quite a nice taste when you got used to it.
тАЬI knew it wasnтАЩt Piglet,тАЭ said Kanga. тАЬI wonder who it can be.тАЭ
тАЬPerhaps itтАЩs some relation of PoohтАЩs,тАЭ said Christopher Robin. тАЬWhat about a nephew or an uncle or something?тАЭ
Kanga agreed that this was probably what it was, and said that they would have to call it by some name.
тАЬI shall call it Pootel,тАЭ said Christopher Robin. тАЬHenry Pootel for short.тАЭ
And just when it was decided, Henry Pootel wriggled out of KangaтАЩs arms and jumped to the ground. To his great joy Christopher Robin had left the door open. Never had Henry Pootel Piglet run so fast as he ran then, and he didnтАЩt stop running until he had got quite close to his house. But when he was a hundred yards away he stopped running, and rolled the rest of the way home, so as to get his own nice comfortable colour again.тБатАКтБатАж
So Kanga and Roo stayed in the Forest. And every Tuesday Roo spent the day with his great friend Rabbit, and every Tuesday Kanga spent the day with her great friend Pooh, teaching him to jump, and every Tuesday Piglet spent the day with his great friend Christopher Robin. So they were all happy again.