Chapter 10

           ONEdaywhenthesunhadcomebackovertheForest,bringingwithitthescentofmay,andallthestreamsoftheForestweretinklinghappilytofindthemselvestheirownprettyshapeagain,andthelittlepoolslaydreamingofthelifetheyhadseenandthebigthingstheyhaddone,andinthewarmthandquietoftheForestthecuckoowastryingoverhisvoicecarefullyandlisteningtoseeifhelikedit,andwood-pigeonswerecomplaininggentlytothemselvesintheirlazycomfortablewaythatitwastheotherfellow’sfault,butitdidn’tmatterverymuch;onsuchadayasthisChristopherRobinwhistledinaspecialwayhehad,andOwlcameflyingoutoftheHundredAcreWoodtoseewhatwaswanted.

           "Owl,"saidChristopherRobin,"Iamgoingtogiveaparty."

           "Youare,areyou?"saidOwl.

           "Andit’stobeaspecialsortofparty,becauseit’sbecauseofwhatPoohdidwhenhedidwhathedidtosavePigletfromtheflood."

           "Oh,that’swhatit’sfor,isit?"saidOwl.

           "Yes,sowillyoutellPoohasquicklyasyoucan,andalltheothers,becauseitwillbeto-morrow?"

           "Oh,itwill,willit?"saidOwl,stillbeingashelpfulaspossible.

           "Sowillyougoandtellthem,Owl?"

           Owltriedtothinkofsomethingverywisetosay,butcouldn’t,soheflewofftotelltheothers.AndthefirstpersonhetoldwasPooh.

           "Pooh,"hesaid,"ChristopherRobinisgivingaparty."