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

"How do you mean?"
"When Kanga does Discover the Difference?"
"Then we all say 'Aha!'"
"All three of us?"
"Yes."
"Oh!"
"Why, what's the trouble, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, "as long as we all three say it. As long as we all three
say it," said Piglet, "I don't mind," he said, "but I shouldn't care to say
'Aha!' by myself. It wouldn't sound nearly so well. By the way," he said, "you
are quite sure about what you said about the winter months?"
"The winter months?"
"Yes, only being Fierce in the Winter Months."
"Oh, yes, yes, that's all right. Well, Pooh You see what you have to do?"
"No," said Pooh Bear. "Not yet," he said? "What do I do?"
"Well, you just have to talk very hard to Kanga? so as she doesn't notice
anything."
"Oh! What about?"
"Anything you like."
"You mean like telling her a little bit of poetry or something?"
"That's it," said Rabbit. "Splendid Now come along."
So they all went out to look for Kanga.
Kanga and Roo were spending a quiet afternoon in a sandy part of the Forest.
Baby Roo was practising very small jumps in the sand, and falling down
mouse-holes and climbing out of them, and Kanga was fidgeting about and saying
"Just one more jump, dear, and then we must go home." And at that moment who
should come stumping up the hill but Pooh.
"Good afternoon, Kanga."
"Good afternoon, Pooh."
"Look at me jumping," squeaked Roo, and fell into another mouse-hole.
"Hallo, Roo, my little fellow!"
"We were just going home," said Kanga. "Good afternoon, Rabbit. Good afternoon,
Piglet."
Rabbit and Piglet, who had now come up from the other side of the hill, said
"Good afternoon," and "Hallo, Roo," and Roo asked them to look at him jumping,
so they stayed and looked.
And Kanga looked too....
"Oh, Kanga," said Pooh, after Rabbit had winked at him twice, "I don't know if
you are interested in Poetry at all?"
"Hardly at all," said Kanga.
"Oh!" said Pooh.
"Roo, dear, just one more jump and then we must go home."

There was a short silence while Roo fell down another mouse-hole.
"Go on," said Rabbit in a loud whisper behind his paw.
"Talking of Poetry," said Pooh, "I made up a little piece as I was coming along.
It went like this. Er--now let me see--"
"Fancy!" said Kanga. "Now Roo, dear--"
"You'll like this piece of poetry," said Rabbit.
"You'll love it," said Piglet.