"And Piglet?"
"I think Piglet thought of something at the same time. Suddenly."


"Well, we must be getting home," said Kanga. "Good-bye, Pooh." And in
three large jumps she was gone.
Pooh looked after her as she went.
"I wish I could jump like that," he thought. "Some can and some can't.
That's how it is."
But there were moments when Piglet wished that Kanga couldn't. Often,
when he had had a long walk home through the Forest, he had wished that
he were a bird; but now he thought jerkily to himself at the bottom of
Kanga's pocket,
this take
"If is shall really to
flying I never it."
And as he went up in the air he said, "Ooooooo!" and as he came down
he said, "Ow!" And he was saying, "Ooooooo-ow, Ooooooo-ow,
Ooooooo-ow" all the way to Kanga's house.
Of course as soon as Kanga unbuttoned her pocket, she saw what had
happened. Just for a moment, she thought she was frightened, and then
she knew she wasn't; for she felt quite sure that Christopher Robin
would never let any harm happen to Roo. So she said to herself, "If they
are having a joke with me, I will have a joke with them."


"Now then, Roo, dear," she said, as she took Piglet out of her pocket.
"Bed-time."
"Aha!" said Piglet, as well as he could after his Terrifying Journey.
But it wasn't a very good "Aha!" and Kanga didn't seem to understand
what it meant.
"Bath first," said Kanga in a cheerful voice.
"Aha!" said Piglet again, looking round anxiously for the others. But
the others weren't there. Rabbit was playing with Baby Roo in his own
house, and feeling more fond of him every minute, and Pooh, who had
decided to be a Kanga, was still at the sandy place on the top of the
Forest, practising jumps.


"I am not at all sure," said Kanga in a thoughtful voice, "that it
wouldn't be a good idea to have a cold bath this evening. Would you
like that, Roo, dear?"
Piglet, who had never been really fond of baths, shuddered a long
indignant shudder, and said in as brave a voice as he could: