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 “So wouldn’t it be better if”

And all the time he was saying things like this he was going more and more westerly, without thinking until suddenly he found himself at his own front door again.

And it was eleven o’clock.

Which was Time-for-a-little-something

Half an hour later he was doing what he had always really meant to do, he was stumping off to Piglet’s house. And as he walked, he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw, and sang rather a fluffy song through the fur. It went like this:

Written down, like this, it doesn’t seem a very good song, but coming through pale fawn fluff at about half-past eleven on a very sunny morning, it seemed to Pooh to be one of the best songs he had ever sung. So he went on singing it.