Music Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find a sensenewscast.com. If you enjoy our show, please share it with a friend. This episode is brought to you by the noise you make before beginning a piece of poetry. Tonight, we'll continue the 1928 children's book by A.A. Millen, the house at Pooh Corner. In the last episode, Pooh sets out to visit Piglet on a snowy day, but finds Piglet missing, so he homes a new song and decides to visit Eor. Along the way, Poo and Piglet build a house for Eor out of sticks, unaware that the sticks were from Eor's original house. believes the wind moved his house and all ends happily with laughter and song. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. and then you can relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now take a few deep breaths. too. Chapter 2 In which Tigger comes to the forest and has breakfast. When either poo woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and listened, then he got out of bed and lit his candle and stumped across the room to see if anybody was trying to get into his honey cupboard. And they weren't. So he stumped back again, blew out his candle and got into bed. Then he heard the noise again. He said, you piglet. He said, but it wasn't. Come in, Christopher Robin. He said, but Christopher Robin didn't. Tell me about it tomorrow, Eor. Said Poo, sleepily. But the noise went on. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. and whatever it was, and the poo found that he wasn't asleep after all. What can it be, he thought? There are lots of noises in the forest, but this is a different one. It isn't a gravel, and it isn't a perr, and it isn't a bark, and it isn't the noise you make before beginning a piece of poetry, but it's a noise of some kind, made by a strange animal, and he's making it outside my door, so I shall get up and ask him not to do it."

He got out of bed and opened his front door. "'Hello,' said Boo, in case there was anything outside. "'Hello,' said whatever it was. "'Oh,' said Boo. "'Hello,' Hello? Oh, there you are, said Boo. Hello. Hello. Oh, there you are, said Boo. Hello. Hello, said the strange animal. Wondering how long this was going on. Boo was just going to say hello for the fourth time when he thought that he wouldn't. So he said, Who is it? Me, said a voice. All said poo. While come here. So whatever it was came here. And in the light of the candle, he and poo looked at each other. "'I'm Pooh,' said Pooh. "'I'm Tigger,' said Tigger. "'Oh,' said Pooh, for he had never seen an animal like this before. Does Christopher Robin know about you? Of course he does,' said Tigger. Well, said boo, it's the middle of the night, which is a good time for going to sleep. And tomorrow morning we'll have some honey for breakfast. Do Tiggers like honey? They like everything," said Tigger, cheerfully. Then if they like going to sleep on the floor, I'll go back to bed," said Poo, and we'll

do things in the morning. Good night. And he got back into bed, and went fast to sleep. When he awoke in the morning, the first thing he saw was ticker, sitting in the front of the glass and looking at himself. "'Hellolo!' said Pooh. "'Alo!' said Tigger. I found somebody just like me, and I thought I was the only one of them." Pooh got out of bed and began to explain what a looking glass was, but just as he was getting to the interesting part, Tigger said, excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table. And with one loud, ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro. He jumped at the end of the tablecloth, pulled it to the ground, wrapped himself up in it three times, rolled to the other end of the room, and, after a terrible struggle, got his head into the daylight again, and said cheerfully, have I won? "'That's my tablecloth,' said Poo, as he began to unwind Tigger. "'I wondered what it was,' said Tigger. "'It goes on the table, and you put things on it.' Then why did it try to bite me when I wasn't looking? I don't think it did," said Pooh. It tried," said Tigger, but I was too quick for it. Pooh put the cloth back on the table, and he put a large honey pot on the cloth, and they sat down to breakfast. And as soon as they sat

down, Tigger took a large mouthful of honey, and he looked up at the ceiling with his head on one

side, and made exploring noises with his tongue, and considering noises, and, what have we got here,

noises? And then he sat in a very decided voice. Dickers don't like honey. Oh, said Pooh, and tried to make it sound sad and regretful. I thought they liked everything. Except, honey said Tigger. Pooh felt rather pleased about this, and said that as soon as he had finished his own breakfast, he would take Tigger to Piglet's house and Tigger could try some of Piglet's hay-corns. Thank you, Poe, said Tigger, because hay-corns is really what Tiggers like best. So after breakfast, they went round to see Piglet. And Poo explained as they went that Piglet was a very small animal who didn't like bouncing and asked Tigger not to be too bouncy just at first. And Tigger, who had been hiding behind trees and jumping out on Poo's shadow when it wasn't looking, said that Tigger's were only bouncy before breakfast, and that as soon as they had a few hay-corns, they became quiet and refined. So by and by, they knocked at the door of Pigglet's house. "'Hello, poo,' said Piglet. "'Hello, Piglet. This is Tigger. Oh, is it?" said Biglet. And he edged round to the other side of the table. I thought Tiggers were smaller than that. Not the big ones, said Tigger. They like haigorns, said Poo. So that's what we've come here for. Because poor Tigger hasn't had any breakfast yet." Piglet pushed the bowl of hakeorns toward Tigger and said, "...that'll be yourself." And then he got close up to poo and felt much braver and said, "...so you're Tigger? Well, well, in a careless sort of voice." But Tigger said nothing because mouth was full of hay-corns. After a long, munching noise, he said, Errrr, oh, I-oh-hers. And when poo and piglet said, what? He said, SCOOGY. And went outside for a moment. When he came back, he said firmly, Tigger's don't like hay-corns. But you said they liked everything except honey, said poo. And everything except honey and hay-corns. Explained Tigger. When he heard this, Poo said, oh, I see. And Piglet, who was rather glad that Tiggers didn't like Hay-corns, said, oh, what about thistles? Thistles said Tigger. Is what Tigger is like best. And then let's go along and see Eor," said Piglet.

So the three of them went, and after they had walked and walked and walked, they came to the part of the forest where Eor was. Hello, will we hear?

Said Poo.

This is Tigger.

What is?

Said he or this? Eor said Poo. This is Tigger. What is? Said Eor. This explained Poo and Piglet together and Tigger smiled as happy as smile and said nothing. Eor walked all around Tigger one way and then turned and walked all around him the other way. What did you say it was? He asked Tigger. Oh, said Eor. He's just come. Explained, Piglet. Uh-huh. Said Eor. He thought for a long time, and then said, what is he going? Who explained to Eor that Tigger was a great friend of Christopher Robbins, who would come to stay in the forest, and Picklett explained to Tigger that he mustn't mind what Eor said

because he was always gloomy. And Eor explained to Piglet that, on the contrary, he was feeling particularly cheerful this morning. And Tigger explained to anybody who was listening, and he hadn't had any breakfast yet. I knew there was something," said Pooh.

Tigger is always eat distals.

So that's why we came to see you, we, or? Don't mention it, Pooh. Oh, ee-or. I didn't mean that I didn't want to see you. Quiet. Quiet. What's your newpy friend, naturally he wants his breakfast. And what did you say his name was? Tigger. Then come this way, Tigger. You're led the way to the most disly-looking patch thistles that ever was and waived a huff at it. A little patch I was keeping for my birthday, he said. But after all, what are birthdays? today and on tomorrow.

Help yourself, Tigger. Tigger thanked him and looked a little anxiously at Poo. A release really thistels. He whispered, yes, said Poo. What tickers like past? That's right. Said Pooh, I see. Said ticker. So he took a large mouthful and gave a large crunch. Oh, said ticker. He sat down and put his paw in his mouth. What's the matter?" asked Pooh. Hot, mumble, Tiger. Your friend said he or her appears to have bitten on a bee. Pooh's friend stopped shaking his head to get the prickles out and Explained, the tickers don't like thistles. Then why bend a perfectly good one? Asked he or her. But you said, began poo. You said that tickers liked everything except honey and hay quorns. And thistles said Tigger, who is now running round in circles with his tongue hanging out. Poo looked at him sadly. What are we going to do?" he asked, Piglet. Piglet knew the answer to that, and he said at once that they must go and see Christopher Robin. He'll find him with Kanga, said he or. He came close to poo and said and allowed whisper. Could you ask your friend to do his exercises somewhere else? I shall be having lunch directly, and I don't want it bounced on just before I begin. A trifling matter and fussy of me, but we all have our little ways. Poo nodded solemnly and called to ticker. Come along and we'll go and see Kanga. She sure to have lots of breakfast for you. Tigger finished his last circle and came up to Poo and Piglet. Hot, he explained, with a large friendly smile, come on, and he rushed off. Who and Piglet walked slowly after him, and as they walked, Piglet said nothing, because he couldn't think of anything, and Poo said nothing, because he was thinking of a poem. And when he had thought of it, he began, What shall we do about poor little ticker, if he never needs nothing he'll never get bigger? He doesn't like honey and hay-corns and dizzles, because of the taste and because of the bristles, and

all the good things which an animal likes have the wrong sort of swallow or too many spikes. He's quite big enough anyhow," said Biglet. He isn't really very big. Well, he seemed so.

Pooh was thoughtful when he heard this, and then he murmured to himself. But whatever his weight and pounds, shillings and ounces, he always seemed bigger because of his bounces. And that's the whole poem. He said, do you like it, Piglet? I'll accept the shillings," said Piglet. I don't think they ought to be there. They wanted to come in after the pounds, explained Poo, so I let them in. It's the best way to write poetry. Letting things come. Oh, I didn't know. It said, make it.

Tigger, I didn't know," said Piclit. Tigger had been bouncing in front of them all this time, turning round every now and then to ask, is this the way? And now at last they came inside of King's house, and there was Christopher Robin. Tigger rushed up to him. "'Oh, there you are, Tigger,' said Christopher Robin. I knew you'd be somewhere. "'I've been finding things in the forest,' said Tigger. Importantly, I found a poo and a piglet and an E-or. But I can't find any breakfast.' who and Piclet came up and hugged Christopher Robin and explained what had been happening. "'Don't you know what Tiggers like?' asked Poo. "'I expect if I thought very hard I should,' said Christopher Robin. "'But I thought Tigger knew. I do," said Tigger. Everything there is in the world except honey and hay-corns, and what were those hot things called?" Thistles. "'Yes, and those.'" Oh, well then, Kanga can give you some breakfast. So they went into Kanga's house, and when Roo had said, Hello Pooh, and Hello Piglet once, and Hello Tigger twice, because he had never said it before and it sounded funny, they told Kinga what they wanted, and Kinga said very kindly, Well, look in my cupboard Tigger dear and see what you'd like, because she knew at once that however big Tigger seemed, he wanted as much kindness as Rue. Shall I look to, said Poo, who was beginning to feel a little eleven o'clock-ish, and he found a small tin of condensed milk, and something seemed to tell him that Tiggers didn't like this, so he took it into a corner by itself, and went with it to see that nobody interrupted it. But the more ticker put his nose into this and his paw into that, the more things he found which tickers didn't like, and when he had found everything in the cupboard, and couldn't eat any of it, he said to Kenga. What happens now? But Kinga and Christopher Robin and Piglet were all standing around Rue, watching him have his extract of malt. And Rue was saying, must I? And Kinga was saying, now Rue dear, remember what you promised. What is it? Whispered Tigger to Piglet. His strengthening medicine said Piglet he hates it. So Tigger came closer, and he lent over the back of Roo's chair, and suddenly he put out his tongue and took one large gulp. And with a sudden jump of surprise, Kanga said, oh, and then clutched at the spoon again just as it was disappearing, and pulled it safely back out of Tigger's mouth. But the extract of malt had gone. Tiggered here, said Kanga. He's taken my medicine, he's taken my medicine, he's taken my medicine." Saying Rue happily, thinking it was a tremendous joke. Then Tigger looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, and his tongue went round and round his chops, in case he had left any outside. And a peaceful smile came over his face. So that's what tickers like. Which explains why he always lived at Kinga's house afterwards and had extractive malt for breakfast, dinner, and tea. And sometimes, when Kinga thought he wanted strengthening, he had a spoonful or two of Rue's breakfast after meals as medicine.

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