Винни-Пух
Chapter 9
Andhewroteononesideofthepaper:
HELP!
PIGLIT(ME)
andontheotherside:
IT’SMEPIGLIT,HELP
HELP!
Thenheputthepaperinthebottle,andhecorkedthebottleupastightlyashecould,andheleantoutofhiswindowasfarashecouldleanwithoutfallingin,andhethrewthebottleasfarashecouldthrow—splash!—andinalittlewhileitbobbedupagainonthewater;andhewatcheditfloatingslowlyawayinthedistance,untilhiseyesachedwithlooking,andsometimeshethoughtitwasthebottle,andsometimeshethoughtitwasjustarippleonthewaterwhichhewasfollowing,andthensuddenlyheknewthathewouldneverseeitagainandthathehaddoneallthathecoulddotosavehimself.
"Sonow,"hethought,"somebodyelsewillhavetodosomething,andIhopetheywilldoitsoon,becauseiftheydon’tIshallhavetoswim,whichIcan’t,soIhopetheydoitsoon."Andthenhegaveaverylongsighandsaid,"IwishPoohwerehere.It’ssomuchmorefriendlywithtwo."
WhentherainbeganPoohwasasleep.Itrained,anditrained,anditrained,andhesleptandhesleptandheslept.Hehadhadatiringday.YourememberhowhediscoveredtheNorthPole;well,hewassoproudofthisthatheaskedChristopherRobiniftherewereanyotherPolessuchasaBearofLittleBrainmightdiscover.
"There’saSouthPole,"saidChristopherRobin,"andIexpectthere’sanEastPoleandaWestPole,thoughpeopledon’tliketalkingaboutthem."
