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

"I don't know. But something tells me that they're suspicious!"
"Perhaps they think that you're after their honey?"
"It may be that. You never can tell with bees."
There was another little silence, and then he called down to you again.
"Christopher Robin!"
"Yes?"
"Have you an umbrella in your house?"
"I think so."
"I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up
at me every now and then, and say 'Tut-tut, it looks like rain.' I think, if you
did that, it would help the deception which we are practising on these bees."
Well, you laughed to yourself, "Silly old Bear !" but you didn't say it aloud
because you were so fond of him, and you went home for your umbrella.
"Oh, there you are!" called down Winnie-the-Pooh, as soon as you got back to the
tree. "I was beginning to get anxious. I have discovered that the bees are now
definitely Suspicious."
"Shall I put my umbrella up?" you said.
"Yes, but wait a moment. We must be practical. The important bee to deceive is
the Queen Bee. Can you see which is the Queen Bee from down
there?"
"No."
"A pity. Well, now, if you walk up and down with your umbrella, saying,
'Tut-tut, it looks like rain,' I shall do what I can by singing a little Cloud
Song, such as a cloud might sing. . . . Go!"
So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh
sang this song:

How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings aloud.
"How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!"
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud.

The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them, indeed, left
their nests and flew all round the cloud as it began the second verse of this
song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment, and then got
up again.
"Christopher--ow!--Robin," called out the cloud.
"Yes?"
"I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These
are the wrong sort of bees."
"Are they?"
"Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of
honey, shouldn't you?"
"Would they?"
"Yes. So I think I shall come down."
"How?" asked you.