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

forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top
of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise.
Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws
and began to think.
First of all he said to himself: "That buzzing-noise means something. You don't
get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning
something. If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and
the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a
bee."
Then he thought another long time, and said: "And the only reason for being a
bee that I know of is making honey."
And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is so as I
can eat it." So he began to climb the tree
He climbed and he climbed and he climbed and as he climbed he sang a little song
to himself. It went like this:

Isn't it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?

Then he climbed a little further. . . and a little further . . . and then just a
little further. By that time he had thought of another song.

It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees.
And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.

He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining
Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just s t o o d o n t h a t branch . . .
Crack !
"Oh, help!" said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
"If only I hadn't--" he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.
"You see, what I meant to do," he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and
crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, "what I meant to do--"
"Of course, it was rather--" he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through
the next six branches.
"It all comes, I suppose," he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch,
spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, "it all comes of
liking honey so much. Oh, help!"
He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began
to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.
("Was that me?" said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to
believe it.
"That was you."
Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face
got pinker and pinker.)
So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind
a green door in another part of the Forest.