Винни-Пух

           "I’mgivingthistoEeyore,"heexplained,"asapresent.Whatareyougoingtogive?"

           "Couldn’tIgiveittoo?"saidPiglet."Frombothofus?"

           "No,"saidPooh."Thatwouldnotbeagoodplan."

           "Allright,then,I’llgivehimaballoon.I’vegotoneleftfrommyparty.I’llgoandgetitnow,shallI?"

           "That,Piglet,isaverygoodidea.ItisjustwhatEeyorewantstocheerhimup.Nobodycanbeuncheeredwithaballoon."

           SooffPiglettrotted;andintheotherdirectionwentPooh,withhisjarofhoney.

           Itwasawarmday,andhehadalongwaytogo.Hehadn’tgonemorethanhalf-waywhenasortoffunnyfeelingbegantocreepalloverhim.Itbeganatthetipofhisnoseandtrickledallthroughhimandoutatthesolesofhisfeet.Itwasjustasifsomebodyinsidehimweresaying,"Nowthen,Pooh,timeforalittlesomething."

           "Dear,dear,"saidPooh,"Ididn’tknowitwasaslateasthat."Sohesatdownandtookthetopoffhisjarofhoney."LuckyIbroughtthiswithme,"hethought."Manyabeargoingoutonawarmdaylikethiswouldneverhavethoughtofbringingalittlesomethingwithhim."Andhebegantoeat.

           "Nowletmesee,"hethought!ashetookhislastlickoftheinsideofthejar,"WherewasIgoing?Ah,yes,Eeyore."Hegotupslowly.

           Andthen,suddenly,heremembered.HehadeatenEeyore’sbirthdaypresent!

           "Bother!"saidPooh."WhatshallIdo?Imustgivehimsomething."

           Foralittlewhilehecouldn’tthinkofanything.