So he took his largest pot of honey and escaped with it to a broad
branch of his tree, well above the water, and then he climbed down again
and escaped with another pot ... and when the whole Escape was
finished, there was Pooh sitting on his branch, dangling his legs, and
there, beside him, were ten pots of honey....


Two days later, there was Pooh, sitting on his branch, dangling his
legs, and there, beside him, were four pots of honey....
Three days later, there was Pooh, sitting on his branch, dangling his
legs, and there beside him, was one pot of honey.
Four days later, there was Pooh ...


And it was on the morning of the fourth day that Piglet's bottle came
floating past him, and with one loud cry of "Honey!" Pooh plunged into
the water, seized the bottle, and struggled back to his tree again.
"Bother!" said Pooh, as he opened it. "All that wet for nothing. What's
that bit of paper doing?"
He took it out and looked at it.
"It's a Missage," he said to himself, "that's what it is. And that
letter is a 'P,' and so is that, and so is that, and 'P' means 'Pooh,'
so it's a very important Missage to me, and I can't read it. I must find
Christopher Robin or Owl or Piglet, one of those Clever Readers who can
read things, and they will tell me what this missage means. Only I can't
swim. Bother!"
Then he had an idea, and I think that for a Bear of Very Little Brain,
it was a good idea. He said to himself:
"If a bottle can float, then a jar can float, and if a jar floats, I can
sit on the top of it, if it's a very big jar."


So he took his biggest jar, and corked it up. "All boats have to have a
name," he said, "so I shall call mine The Floating Bear." And with
these words he dropped his boat into the water and jumped in after it.


For a little while Pooh and The Floating Bear were uncertain as to
which of them was meant to be on the top, but after trying one or two
different positions, they settled down with The Floating Bear