Винни-Пух

           AndallthetimeWinnie-the-Poohhadbeentryingtogetthehoney-jaroffhishead.Themoreheshookit,themoretightlyitstuck."Bother!"hesaid,insidethejar,and"Oh,help!"and,mostly,"Ow!"Andhetriedbumpingitagainstthings,butashecouldn’tseewhathewasbumpingitagainst,itdidn’thelphim;andhetriedtoclimboutoftheTrap,butashecouldseenothingbutjar,andnotmuchofthat,hecouldn’tfindhisway.Soatlasthelifteduphishead,jarandall,andmadealoud,roaringnoiseofSadnessandDespair...anditwasatthatmomentthatPigletlookeddown.

           "Help,help!"criedPiglet,"aHeffalump,aHorribleHeffalump!"andhescamperedoffashardashecould,stillcryingout,"Help,help,aHerribleHoffalump!Hoff,Hoff,aHellibleHorralump!Holl,Holl,aHoffableHellerump!"Andhedidn’tstopcryingandscamperinguntilhegottoChristopherRobin’shouse.

           "Whatever’sthematter,Piglet?"saidChristopherRobin,whowasjustgettingup.

           "Heff,"saidPiglet,breathingsohardthathecouldhardlyspeak,"aHeff—aHeff—aHeffalump."

           "Where?"

           "Upthere,"saidPiglet,wavinghispaw.

           "Whatdiditlooklike?"

           "Like—like—Ithadthebiggestheadyoueversaw,ChristopherRobin.Agreatenormousthing,like—likenothing.Ahugebig—well,likea—Idon’tknow—likeanenormousbignothing.Likeajar."

           "Well,"saidChristopherRobin,puttingonhisshoes,"Ishallgoandlookatit.Comeon"