Music Welcome to Snewscast, the podcast is on to help you fall asleep. Find a sensenewscast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by Waterproof Boots. Tonight, we'll begin the 1928 Children's Book by A.A. Millen, the house at Poo Corner. This book is the second novel and final one by Millen to feature Winnie the Pooh and his world. The book is also notable for introducing the character Tigger. Let's get cozy.

Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. One day, when Poo Bear had nothing else to do, he thought he would do something, so he went round to Biglet's house to see what Biglet was doing. It was still snowing as he stumped over the white forest track, and he expected to find Biglet warming his toes in front of his fire. But to his surprise, he saw that the door was open. And the more he looked inside, the more piglet wasn't there. He's out, said Boo, sadly. That's what it is. He's not in. I shall have to go a fast thinking walk by myself, bother. But first, he thought that he would knock very loudly just to make quite sure, and while he waited for Piclit not to answer, he jumped up and down to keep warm, and a hum came suddenly into his head, which seemed to him a good hum, such as his hum to hopefully to others. The more it snows, Titli-pum, the more it goes, Titli-pum, the more it goes, Titli-pum, and snowing. And nobody knows, Tittily palm, how cold my toes, Tittily palm, how cold my toes, Tittily palm, are growing. So what I'll do, said Poo, is I'll. I'll just go home first and see what the time is. And perhaps I'll put a muffler around my neck, and then I'll go and see Eor and sing to him. He hurried back to his own house, and his mind was so busy on the way with the hum, that he was getting ready for E or that, when he suddenly saw Piglet sitting in his best armchair, he could only stand there rubbing his head and wondering whose house he was in. Hello, Picklet. He said, I thought you were out. No, said Picklett. It's you who were out poo. So it was, said poo. I knew one of us was. He looked up at his clock, which had stopped at five minutes to eleven some weeks ago. Nearly eleven o'clock said Poo Happily, you're just in time for a little smackerel of something. And he put his head into the cupboard, and then we'll go out, picklet, and sing my song to Eor. Which song, Poo? The one we're going to sing to Eor, explained Poo. The clock was still saying five minutes to eleven, when Poo and Piglet set out on their way half an hour later. The wind had dropped, and the snow, tired of rushing round in circles, trying to catch itself up, now fluttered gently down until it found a place on which to rest. And sometimes the place was booze-nose, and sometimes it wasn't. And in a little while, Piglet was wearing a white muffler around his neck, and feeling more snowy behind the ears than he had ever felt before. Boo, he said at last, and a little timidly, because he didn't want poo to think he was giving in. I was just wondering, how would it be if we went home now and practiced your song, and then sang it to you or tomorrow, or the next day when we happened to see him." "'That's a very good idea, Picklett,' said Poo, "'we'll practice it now as we go along, but it's no good going home to practice it, because it's a special outdoor song, which has to be sung in the snow. Are you sure?" asked Piglet anxiously. Well, you'll see Piglet when you listen, because this is how it begins. The more it snows, diddly palmpom. "'Titdley-what?' said Piglet. "'Pom,' said Poo. I put that in to make it more hummy. The more it goes, diddley-pom. The more didn't you say snows?' "'Yes, but that was before.' Before the diddley-pom? It was a different Titli palm," said Poo, feeling rather muddled now. I'll sing it to you properly, and then you'll see. So he sang it again. The more it snows Titli palm, the more it goes Titli palm. The more it goes, Italy palm, on snowing. And nobody knows, Italy palm, how cold my toes, Italy palm, how cold my toes, Italy palm, are growing." He sang it like that, which is much the best way of singing it. And when he had finished, he waited for Piglet to say that, of all the outdoor hums for snowy weather he had ever heard, this was the best. And after thinking the matter out carefully, Piglet said, Poo, he said so only. It isn't the toes so much as the ears. By this time they were getting near Eor's gloomy place, which was where he lived. And as it was still very snowy behind Pickliss ears, and he was getting tired of it, they turned into a little pine wood and sat down on the gate which led into it. They were out of the snow now,

but it was very cold, and to keep themselves warm, they sang poo song right through six times. Piglet doing the tidley palms and poo doing the rest of it, and both of them thumping on the top of the gate with pieces of stick at the proper places. And in a little while, they felt much warmer and were able to talk again. "'I've been thinking,' said Poo, and what I've been thinking is this. I've been thinking about Eor. What about Eor?' Well, poor Eor has nowhere to live. "'Nor he has,' said Picklett. "'You have a house, Picklett. And I have a house. And they are very good houses. And Christopher Robin has a house. And Owl and Kanga and Rabbit have houses. And even Rabbit's friends and relations have houses or some things, but poor Eor has nothing. So what I've been thinking is, let's build him a house. That, said Piglet, is a grand idea. Where shall we build it? We build it here," said Poo, just by this wood, out of the wind, because this is where I thought of it, and we will call this Poo Corner, and we will build an E-or house with sticks at Poo Corner for E-or. There was a heap of sticks on the other side of the wood, said Piglet. I saw them. Lots and lots all piled up. Thank you, Piglet," said Poo. What you have just said will be a great help to us, and because of it, I could call this place Poo-Hand Piglet Corner if Poo-Corner didn't sound better, which it does, being smaller, and more like a corner. Come along. So they got down off the gate and went round to the other side of the wood to fetch the sticks. Christopher Robin had spent the morning indoors going to Africa and back, and he had just got off the boat and was wondering

what it was like outside, when who should come knocking at the door? But Eor. Hello, Eor," said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came out. How are you?

It's snowing still.

Set your gloomly.

So it is. And freezing. Is it? Yes, Ceddy-or. However, he said, brightening up a little.

We haven't had an earthquake lately. What's the matter, Eor? Nothing, Christopher Robin. Nothing important. I suppose you haven't seen a house or what not anywhere about. What sort of house? Just a house. Who lives there? I do. At least I thought I did. But I suppose I don't. After all, we can't all have houses. But you or I didn't know, I always thought, I don't know how it is, Christopher Robin. But what with all this snow and one thing and another? Not to mention icicles and such like, it isn't so hot in my field about three o'clock in the morning as some people think it is. It isn't close, if you know what I mean. Not so as to be uncomfortable. It isn't stuffy. In fact, Christopher Robin, he went on in a loud whisper, quite between ourselves and don't tell anybody, it's cold. Oh, E-R, and I said to myself, the others will be sorry if I'm getting myself all cold. They haven't got brains, any of them. Only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't think. But if it goes on snowing for another six weeks or so, one of them will begin to say to himself. You or can't be so very much too hot about three o'clock in the morning,

and then it will get about, and they'll be sorry. Oh, you're said Christopher Robin, feeling very sorry already. I don't mean you Christopher Robin, you're different. So what it all comes to is that I built myself a house down by my little wood. Did you really? How exciting. A really exciting part, said you are in his most melancholy voice. Is that when I left it this morning? It was there. And when I came back, it wasn't. Not at all. Very natural, but it was only your house, but still I just wondered. Christopher Robin didn't stop to wonder. He was already back in his house, putting on his waterproof hat, his waterproof boots, and his waterproof Macintosh as fast as he could. go and look for it at once, he called out to Eor. Sometimes, said Eor, when people have quite finished taking a person's house. There are one or two bits which they don't want and are rather glad for the person to take back, if you know what I mean. So I thought if we just went, come on, said Christopher Robin, and off they hurried. And in a very little time they got to the corner of the field by the side of the Pinewood, where E. E. E. E. E. E. was not any longer. There, said Eor, not a stick left. Of course. I've still got all this snow to do what I like with one motioned complaint. But Christopher Robin wasn't listening to Eor. He was listening to something else. Can't you hear it?" he asked. What is it? Somebody laughing? Listen. They both listened, and they heard a deep gruff voice saying in a singing voice that the more it snowed, the more it went on snowing, and a small high voice tiddly pomming in between.

It's poo," said Christopher Robin, excitedly. Possibly, Zeddy-Or, and Piclit said Christopher Robin excitedly.

Probably, Zeddy- said he or what we want is a trained bloodhound. The words of the song changed suddenly. We've finished our house. Titli Pomm. It's a beautiful house. Titittily Pomm. I wish it were mine. Tittily Pomm. Poo shouted Christopher Robin. The singers on the gate stopped suddenly. It's Christopher Robin said Poo eagerly. He's round by the place where we got all those sticks from," said Piglet. "'Come on,' said Poo. They climbed down their gate and hurried round the corner of the wood, Poo making welcoming noises all the way. "'Why? Here is your,' said Poo. when he had finished hugging Christopher Robin, and he nudged

Piglet, and Piglet nudged him, and they thought to themselves what a lovely surprise they had got ready. Hello, EOR?

Same to you, Poobair, and twice on Thursdays.

Ziddy EOR or gloomily. Before Poo could say, White Thursdays, Christopher Robb and began to explain the sad story of Eor's lost house, and Poo and Piglet listened, and their eyes seemed to get bigger and bigger. Where did you say it was? Ask Pooh. Just to your... Zeddy-or. Made of sticks? Yes. Oh, said Piglet. What? Zeddy-or. I just said, oh, said Piglet nervously, and so as to seem quite at ease, he hummed Tiddly Palm once or twice in a, what shall we do now, kind of way? "'Your shirt was a house,' said Poo. I mean, your're sure the house was just there?

Of course I am, city or, and he murmured to himself. No brain at all, some of them. Why, what's the matter, Poo? Ask Christopher Robin. Well said poo. The fact is said poo. Well the fact is said Poo. Well, the fact is said Poo. You see said Poo. It's like this said Poo and something seemed to tell him that he wasn't explaining very well. And he nudged Piglet again. It's like this," said Piglet, quickly.

Only warmer," he added, after deep thought. What's warmer? The other side of the wood. Where E. O'er his house is? My house.

My house was here. No," said Piglet, firmly, the other side of the wood. "'Because of being warmer,' said Poo. "'But I ought to know. Come and look,' said Piglet, and he led the way.

There wouldn't be two houses," said Poo. Not so close together. They came round the corner, and there was Eor's house, looking as comfy as anything. There you are, said Picklett.

Inside as well as outside, said Poo proudly.

Your when- There you are," said Picklett. "'Inside as well as outside,' said Poo, proudly. E'er went inside, and came out again. "'It's a remarkable thing,' he said. "'It is my house, and I built it where I said I did. So the wind must have blown it here.

And the wind blew it right over the wood, and blew it down here. And here it is as good as ever. In fact, better in places. Much better," said Poo and Piglet together. There, it just shows what can be done by taking a little trouble.

Said EOR.

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