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           ChristopherRobinandPoohcouldescapebyClimbingTrees,andKangacouldescapebyJumping,andRabbitcouldescapebyBurrowing,andOwlcouldescapebyFlying,andEeyorecouldescapeby—byMakingaLoudNoiseUntilRescued,andhereamI,surroundedbywaterandIcan’tdoanything."

           Itwentonraining,andeverydaythewatergotalittlehigher,untilnowitwasnearlyuptoPiglet’swindow...andstillhehadn’tdoneanything.

           "There’sPooh,"hethoughttohimself."Poohhasn’tmuchBrain,buthenevercomestoanyharm.Hedoessillythingsandtheyturnoutright.There’sOwl.Owlhasn’texactlygotBrain,butheKnowsThings.HewouldknowtheRightThingtoDowhenSurroundedbyWater.There’sRabbit.Hehasn’tLearntinBooks,buthecanalwaysThinkofaCleverPlan.There’sKanga.Sheisn’tClever,Kangaisn’t,butshewouldbesoanxiousaboutRoothatshewoulddoaGoodThingtoDowithoutthinkingaboutit.Andthenthere’sEeyoreAndEeyoreissomiserableanyhowthathewouldn’tmindaboutthis.ButIwonderwhatChristopherRobinwoulddo?"

           ThensuddenlyherememberedastorywhichChristopherRobinhadtoldhimaboutamanonadesertislandwhohadwrittensomethinginabottleandthrownitinthesea;andPigletthoughtthatifhewrotesomethinginabottleandthrewitinthewater,perhapssomebodywouldcomeandrescuehim!

           Heleftthewindowandbegantosearchhishouse,allofitthatwasn’tunderwater,andatlasthefoundapencilandasmallpieceofdrypaper,andabottlewithacorktoit.