"Whatever's the matter, Piglet?" said Christopher Robin, who was just
getting up.
"Heff," said Piglet, breathing so hard that he could hardly speak, "a
Heff—a Heff—a Heffalump."
"Where?"
"Up there," said Piglet, waving his paw.
"What did it look like?"
"Like—like——It had the biggest head you ever saw, Christopher Robin.
A great enormous thing, like—like nothing. A huge big—well, like a—I
don't know—like an enormous big nothing. Like a jar."
"Well," said Christopher Robin, putting on his shoes, "I shall go and
look at it. Come on."


Piglet wasn't afraid if he had Christopher Robin with him, so off they
went....
"I can hear it, can't you?" said Piglet anxiously, as they got near.
"I can hear something," said Christopher Robin.
It was Pooh bumping his head against a tree-root he had found.
"There!" said Piglet. "Isn't it awful?" And he held on tight to
Christopher Robin's hand.
Suddenly Christopher Robin began to laugh ... and he laughed ... and he
laughed ... and he laughed. And while he was still laughing—Crash
went the Heffalump's head against the tree-root, Smash went the jar,
and out came Pooh's head again....


Then Piglet saw what a Foolish Piglet he had been, and he was so ashamed
of himself that he ran straight off home and went to bed with a
headache. But Christopher Robin and Pooh went home to breakfast
together.
"Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!"
"So do I," said Pooh.

CHAPTER VI
IN WHICH EEYORE HAS A BIRTHDAY AND GETS TWO PRESENTS
Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and
looked at himself in the water.
"Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed
across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at
himself in the water again.
"As I thought," he said. "No better from this side. But nobody minds.
Nobody cares. Pathetic, that's what it is."


There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came
Pooh.