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

"I'm giving this to Eeyore," he explained, "as a present. What are you going to
give?"
"Couldn't I give it too?" said Piglet. "From both of us?"
"No," said Pooh. "That would not be a good plan."
"All right, then, I'll give him a balloon. I've got one left from my party. I'll
go and get it now, shall I?"
"That, Piglet, is a very good idea. It is just what Eeyore wants to cheer him
up. Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon."
So off Piglet trotted; and in the other direction went Pooh, with his jar of
honey.
It was a warm day, and he had a long way to go. He hadn't gone more than
half-way when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. It began at
the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the soles of his
feet. It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time
for a little something."
"Dear, dear," said Pooh, "I didn't know it was as late as that." So he sat down
and took the top off his jar of honey. "Lucky I brought this with me," he
thought. "Many a bear going out on a warm day like this would never have thought
of bringing a little something with him." And he began to eat.
"Now let me see," he thought! as he took his last lick of the inside of the jar,
"Where was I going? Ah, yes, Eeyore." He got up
slowly.
And then, suddenly, he remembered. He had eaten Eeyore's birthday present!
"Bother!" said Pooh. "What shall I do? I must give him something."
For a little while he couldn't think of anything. Then he thought: "Well, it's a
very nice pot, even if there's no honey in it, and if I washed it clean, and got
somebody to write 'A Happy Birthday' on it, Eeyore could keep things in it,
which might be Useful." So, as he was just passing the Hundred Acre Wood, he
went inside to call on Owl, who lived there.
"Good morning, Owl," he said.
"Good morning, Pooh," said Owl.
"Many happy returns of Eeyore's birthday," said Pooh.
"Oh, is that what it is?"
"What are you giving him, Owl?"
"What are you giving him, Pooh?"
"I'm giving him a Useful Pot to Keep Things In, and I wanted to ask you "
"Is this it?" said Owl, taking it out of Pooh's paw.
"Yes, and I wanted to ask you--"
"Somebody has been keeping honey in it," said Owl.
"You can keep anything in it," said Pooh earnestly. "It's Very Useful like that.
And I wanted to ask you----"
"You ought to write 'A Happy Birthday' on it."
"That was what I wanted to ask you," said Pooh. "Because my spelling is Wobbly.
It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.
Would you write 'A Happy Birthday' on it for me?"
"It's a nice pot," said Owl, looking at it all round. "Couldn't I give it too?
From both of us?"
"No," said Pooh. "That would not be a good plan. Now I'll just wash it first,
and then you can write on it."
Well, he washed the pot out, and dried it, while Owl licked the end of his