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

"Good morning, Christopher Robin," he said.
"Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh," said you.
"I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you?"
"A balloon?"
"Yes, I just said to myself coming along: 'I wonder if Christopher Robin has
such a thing as a balloon about him?' I just said it to myself, thinking of
balloons, and wondering."
"What do you want a balloon for?" you said.
Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to
his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: "Honey!"
"But you don't get honey with balloons!"
"I do," said Pooh.
Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house
of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big
green balloon; and one of Rabbit's relations had had a big blue one, and had
left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had
brought the green one and the blue one home with you.
"Which one would you like?" you asked Pooh. He put his head between his paws and
thought very carefully.
"It's like this," he said. "When you go after honey with a balloon, the great
thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if you have a
green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and not notice
you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the
sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?"
"Wouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon?" you asked.
"They might or they might not," said Winnie-the-Pooh. "You never can tell with
bees." He thought for a moment and said: "I shall try to look like a small black
cloud. That will deceive them."
"Then you had better have the blue balloon," you said; and so it was decided.
Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you,
just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place
that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over; and then,
when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding
on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into
the sky, and stayed there--level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet
away from it.
"Hooray!" you shouted.
"Isn't that fine?" shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you. "What do I look like?"
"You look like a Bear holding on to a balloon," you said.
"Not," said Pooh anxiously, "--not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?"
"Not very much."
"Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can
tell with bees."
There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He could
see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite reach the honey.
After a little while he called down to you.
"Christopher Robin!" he said in a loud whisper.
"Hallo!"
"I think the bees suspect something!"
"What sort of thing?"