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           They’dbuildtheirnestsatthebottomoftrees. 

           Andthatbeingso(iftheBeeswereBears), 

           Weshouldn’thavetoclimbupallthesestairs. 

           Hewasgettingrathertiredbythistime,sothatiswhyhesangaComplainingSong.Hewasnearlytherenow,andifhejuststoodonthatbranch... 

           Crack! 

           ‘Oh,help!’saidPooh,ashedroppedtenfeettothebranchbelowhim. 

           ‘IfonlyIhadn’t–’hesaid,ashebouncedtwentyfeetontothenextbranch. 

           ‘Yousee,whatImeanttodo,’heexplained,asheturnedhead-over-heels,andcrashedontoanotherbranchthirtyfeetbelow,‘whatImeanttodo–’ 

           ‘Ofcourse,itwasrather–’headmitted,asheslitheredveryquicklythroughthenextsixbranches. 

           ‘Itallcomes,Isuppose,’hedecided,ashesaidgoodbyetothelastbranch,spunroundthreetimes,andflewgracefullyintoagorse-bush,‘itallcomesoflikinghoneysomuch.Oh,help!’ 

           Hecrawledoutofthegorse-bush,brushedthepricklesfromhisnose,andbegantothinkagain.AndthefirstpersonhethoughtofwasChristopherRobin.