<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></SPAN>CHAPTER X</h2>
<h3>IN WHICH CHRISTOPHER ROBIN GIVES POOH A PARTY, AND WE SAY GOOD-BYE</h3>
<p>One day when the sun had come back over the Forest, bringing with it
the scent of may, and all the streams of the Forest were tinkling
happily to find themselves their own pretty shape again, and the little
pools lay dreaming of the life they had seen and the big things they had
done, and in the warmth and quiet of the Forest the cuckoo was trying
over his voice carefully and listening to see if he liked it, and
wood-pigeons were complaining gently to themselves in their lazy
comfortable way that it was the other fellow's fault, but it didn't
matter very much; on such a day as this Christopher Robin whistled in a
special way he had, and Owl came flying out of the Hundred Acre Wood to
see what was wanted.</p>
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<p>"Owl," said Christopher Robin, "I am going to give a party."</p>
<p>"You are, are you?" said Owl.</p>
<p>"And it's to be a special sort of party, because it's because of what
Pooh did when he did what he did to save Piglet from the flood."</p>
<p>"Oh, that's what it's for, is it?" said Owl.</p>
<p>"Yes, so will you tell Pooh as quickly as you can, and all the others,
because it will be to-morrow."</p>
<p>"Oh, it will, will it?" said Owl, still being as helpful as possible.</p>
<p>"So will you go and tell them, Owl?"</p>
<p>Owl tried to think of something very wise to say, but couldn't, so he
flew off to tell the others. And the first person he told was Pooh.</p>
<p>"Pooh," he said, "Christopher Robin is giving a party."</p>
<p>"Oh!" said Pooh. And then seeing that Owl expected him to say something
else, he said "Will there be those little cake things with pink sugar
icing?"</p>
<p>Owl felt that it was rather beneath him to talk about little cake things
with pink sugar icing, so he told Pooh exactly what Christopher Robin
had said, and flew off to Eeyore.</p>
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<p>"A party for Me?" thought Pooh to himself. "How grand!" And he began to
wonder if all the other animals would know that it was a special Pooh
Party, and if Christopher Robin had told them about <i>The Floating Bear</i>
and the <i>Brain of Pooh</i> and all the wonderful ships he had invented and
sailed on, and he began to think how awful it would be if everybody had
forgotten about it, and nobody quite knew what the party was for; and
the more he thought like this, the more the party got muddled in his
mind, like a dream when nothing goes right. And the dream began to sing
itself over in his head until it became a sort of song. It was an</p>
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<div class="verse indent2">ANXIOUS POOH SONG.</div>
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<div class="verse">3 Cheers for Pooh!</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>For Who?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">For Pooh—</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>Why what did he do?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">I thought you knew;</div>
<div class="verse">He saved his friend from a wetting!</div>
<div class="verse">3 Cheers for Bear!</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>For where?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">For Bear—</div>
<div class="verse">He couldn't swim,</div>
<div class="verse">But he rescued him!</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>He rescued who?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">Oh, listen, do!</div>
<div class="verse">I am talking of Pooh—</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>Of who?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">Of Pooh!</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>I'm sorry I keep forgetting</i>).</div>
<div class="verse">Well, Pooh was a Bear of Enormous Brain</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>Just say it again!</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">Of enormous brain—</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>Of enormous what?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">Well, he ate a lot,</div>
<div class="verse">And I don't know if he could swim or not,</div>
<div class="verse">But he managed to float</div>
<div class="verse">On a sort of boat</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>On a sort of what?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">Well, a sort of pot—</div>
<div class="verse">So now let's give him three hearty cheers</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>So now let's give him three hearty whiches?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">And hope he'll be with us for years and years,</div>
<div class="verse">And grow in health and wisdom and riches!</div>
<div class="verse">3 Cheers for Pooh!</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>For who?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">For Pooh—</div>
<div class="verse">3 Cheers for Bear!</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>For where?</i>)</div>
<div class="verse">For Bear—</div>
<div class="verse">3 Cheers for the wonderful Winnie-the-Pooh!</div>
<div class="verse">(<i>Just tell me, somebody</i>—WHAT DID HE DO?)</div>
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<p>While this was going on inside him, Owl was talking to Eeyore.</p>
<p>"Eeyore," said Owl, "Christopher Robin is giving a party."</p>
<p>"Very interesting," said Eeyore. "I suppose they will be sending me down
the odd bits which got trodden on. Kind and Thoughtful. Not at all,
don't mention it."</p>
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<p>"There is an Invitation for you."</p>
<p>"What's that like?"</p>
<p>"An Invitation!"</p>
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<p>"Yes, I heard you. Who dropped it?"</p>
<p>"This isn't anything to eat, it's asking you to the party. To-morrow."</p>
<p>Eeyore shook his head slowly.</p>
<p>"You mean Piglet. The little fellow with the excited ears. That's
Piglet. I'll tell him."</p>
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<p>"No, no!" said Owl, getting quite fussy. "It's you!"</p>
<p>"Are you sure?"</p>
<p>"Of course I'm sure. Christopher Robin said 'All of them! Tell all of
them.'"</p>
<p>"All of them, except Eeyore?"</p>
<p>"All of them," said Owl sulkily.</p>
<p>"Ah!" said Eeyore. "A mistake, no doubt, but still, I shall come. Only
don't blame <i>me</i> if it rains."</p>
<p>But it didn't rain. Christopher Robin had made a long table out of some
long pieces of wood, and they all sat round it. Christopher Robin sat at
one end, and Pooh sat at the other, and between them on one side were
Owl and Eeyore and Piglet, and between them on the other side were
Rabbit, and Roo and Kanga. And all Rabbit's friends and relations spread
themselves about on the grass, and waited hopefully in case anybody
spoke to them, or dropped anything, or asked them the time.</p>
<p>It was the first party to which Roo had ever been, and he was very
excited. As soon as ever they had sat down he began to talk.</p>
<p>"Hallo, Pooh!" he squeaked.</p>
<p>"Hallo, Roo!" said Pooh.</p>
<p>Roo jumped up and down in his seat for a little while and then began
again.</p>
<p>"Hallo, Piglet!" he squeaked.</p>
<p>Piglet waved a paw at him, being too busy to say anything.</p>
<p>"Hallo, Eeyore!" said Roo.</p>
<p>Eeyore nodded gloomily at him. "It will rain soon, you see if it
doesn't," he said.</p>
<p>Roo looked to see if it didn't, and it didn't, so he said "Hallo,
Owl!"—and Owl said "Hallo, my little fellow," in a kindly way, and went
on telling Christopher Robin about an accident which had nearly happened
to a friend of his whom Christopher Robin didn't know, and Kanga said to
Roo, "Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards." So Roo, who
was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once ...
and had to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time
afterwards.</p>
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<p>When they had all nearly eaten enough, Christopher Robin banged on the
table with his spoon, and everybody stopped talking and was very silent,
except Roo who was just finishing a loud attack of hiccups and trying to
look as if it was one of Rabbit's relations.</p>
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<p>"This party," said Christopher Robin, "is a party because of what
someone did, and we all know who it was, and it's his party, because of
what he did, and I've got a present for him and here it is." Then he
felt about a little and whispered, "Where is it?"</p>
<p>While he was looking, Eeyore coughed in an impressive way and began to
speak.</p>
<p>"Friends," he said, "including oddments, it is a great pleasure, or
perhaps I had better say it has been a pleasure so far, to see you at my
party. What I did was nothing. Any of you—except Rabbit and Owl and
Kanga—would have done the same. Oh, and Pooh. My remarks do not, of
course, apply to Piglet and Roo, because they are too small. Any of you
would have done the same. But it just happened to be Me. It was not, I
need hardly say, with an idea of getting what Christopher Robin is
looking for now"—and he put his front leg to his mouth and said in a
loud whisper, "Try under the table"—"that I did what I did—but because
I feel that we should all do what we can to help. I feel that we should
all——"</p>
<p>"H—hup!" said Roo accidentally.</p>
<p>"Roo, dear!" said Kanga reproachfully.</p>
<p>"Was it me?" asked Roo, a little surprised.</p>
<p>"What's Eeyore talking about?" Piglet whispered to Pooh.</p>
<p>"I don't know," said Pooh rather dolefully.</p>
<p>"I thought this was <i>your</i> party."</p>
<p>"I thought it was <i>once</i>. But I suppose it isn't."</p>
<p>"I'd sooner it was yours than Eeyore's," said Piglet.</p>
<p>"So would I," said Pooh.</p>
<p>"H—hup!" said Roo again.</p>
<p>"AS—I—WAS—SAYING," said Eeyore loudly and sternly, "as I was saying
when I was interrupted by various Loud Sounds, I feel that——"</p>
<p>"Here it is!" cried Christopher Robin excitedly. "Pass it down to silly
old Pooh. It's for Pooh."</p>
<p>"For Pooh?" said Eeyore.</p>
<p>"Of course it is. The best bear in all the world."</p>
<p>"I might have known," said Eeyore. "After all, one can't complain. I
have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last
week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'
The Social Round. Always something going on."</p>
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<p>Nobody was listening, for they were all saying "Open it, Pooh," "What is
it, Pooh?" "I know what it is," "No, you don't" and other helpful
remarks of this sort. And of course Pooh was opening it as quickly as
ever he could, but without cutting the string, because you never know
when a bit of string might be Useful. At last it was undone.</p>
<p>When Pooh saw what it was, he nearly fell down, he was so pleased. It
was a Special Pencil Case. There were pencils in it marked "B" for Bear,
and pencils marked "HB" for Helping Bear, and pencils marked "BB" for
Brave Bear. There was a knife for sharpening the pencils, and
india-rubber for rubbing out anything which you had spelt wrong, and a
ruler for ruling lines for the words to walk on, and inches marked on
the ruler in case you wanted to know how many inches anything was, and
Blue Pencils and Red Pencils and Green Pencils for saying special things
in blue and red and green. And all these lovely things were in little
pockets of their own in a Special Case which shut with a click when you
clicked it. And they were all for Pooh.</p>
<p>"Oh!" said Pooh.</p>
<p>"Oh, Pooh!" said everybody else except Eeyore.</p>
<p>"Thank-you," growled Pooh.</p>
<p>But Eeyore was saying to himself, "This writing business. Pencils and
what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it."</p>
<p>Later on, when they had all said "Good-bye" and "Thank-you" to
Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in
the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent.</p>
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<p>"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's
the first thing you say to yourself?"</p>
<p>"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do <i>you</i> say, Piglet?"</p>
<p>"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting <i>to-day</i>?" said Piglet.</p>
<p>Pooh nodded thoughtfully.</p>
<p>"It's the same thing," he said.</p>
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<p>"And what did happen?" asked Christopher Robin.</p>
<p>"When?"</p>
<p>"Next morning."</p>
<p>"I don't know."</p>
<p>"Could you think and tell me and Pooh some time?"</p>
<p>"If you wanted it very much."</p>
<p>"Pooh does," said Christopher Robin.</p>
<p>He gave a deep sigh, picked his bear up by the leg and walked off to the
door, trailing Winnie-the-Pooh behind him. At the door he turned and
said "Coming to see me have my bath?"</p>
<p>"I might," I said.</p>
<p>"Was Pooh's pencil case any better than mine?"</p>
<p>"It was just the same," I said.</p>
<p>He nodded and went out ... and in a moment I heard
Winnie-the-Pooh—<i>bump, bump, bump</i>—going up the stairs behind him.</p>
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