"Mline, AA - Winnie the Pooh, Book 1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Milne A A)

No Wonder."
"You must have left it somewhere," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
"Somebody must have taken it," said Eeyore.
"How Like Them," he added, after a long silence. Pooh felt that he ought to say
something helpful about it, but didn't quite know what.
So he decided to do something helpful instead.
"Eeyore," he said solemnly, "I, Winnie-the-Pooh, will find your tail for you."
"Thank you, Pooh," answered Eeyore. "You're a real friend," said he. "Not like
Some," he said.
So Winnie-the-Pooh went off to find Eeyore's tail.
It was a fine spring morning in the forest as he started out. Little soft clouds
played happily in a blue sky, skipping from time to time in front of the sun as
if they had come to put it out, and then sliding away suddenly so that the next
might have his turn. Through them and between them the sun shone bravely, and a
copse which had worn its firs all the year round seemed old and dowdy now beside
the new green lace which the beeches had put on so prettily. Through copse and
spinney marched Bear; down open slopes of gorse and heather, over rocky beds of
streams, up steep banks of sandstone into the heather again; and so at last,
tired and hungry, to the Hundred Acre Wood. For it was in the Hundred Acre Wood
that Owl lived.
"And if anyone knows anything about anything," said Bear to himself, "it's Owl
who knows something about something," he said, "or my name's not
Winnie-the-Pooh," he said. "Which it is," he added. "So there you are."
Owl lived at The Chestnuts, and old-world residence of great charm, which was
grander than anybody else's, or seemed so to Bear, because it had both a knocker
and a bell-pull. Underneath the knocker there was a notice which said:

PLES RING IF AN RNSER IS REQIRD.

Underneath the bell-pull there was a notice which said:

PLEZ CNOKE IF AN RNSR IS NOT REQID.

These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only one in the
forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many ways, able to read
and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went all to pieces over
delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTEREDTOAST.
Winnie-the-Pooh read the two notices very carefully, first from left to right,
and afterwards, in case he had missed some of it, from right to left. Then, to
make quite sure, he knocked and pulled the knocker, and he pulled and knocked
the bell-rope, and he called out in a very loud voice, "Owl! I require an
answer! It's Bear speaking." And the door opened, and Owl looked out.
"Hallo, Pooh," he said. "How's things?"
"Terrible and Sad," said Pooh, "because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine, has
lost his tail. And he's Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me how to
find it for him?"
"Well," said Owl, "the customary procedure in such cases is as follows."
"What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?" said Pooh. "For I am a Bear of Very
Little Brain, and long words Bother me."
"It means the Thing to Do."