Music Welcome to Snewscast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at Snewscast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by the Order of Looking for Things. Tonight, we'll continue the 1928 Children's Book by A.A. Noon, the House at Pooh Corner. In the last episode, when either Pooh meets Tigger, a bouncy and energetic new arrival in the forest during a late-night encounter. Over the course of breakfast adventures with Picklett and Eor, Tigger discovers that many foods aren't to his liking, leading to a comical search for his favorite meal. The mystery is solved at Kanga's house, where Tigger finds his love for Roo's strengthened medicine and settles it with them. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. your body into the softness of your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths. 3. In which search is organized, and Piglet nearly meets the hephalump again. Poo was sitting in his house one day, counting his pots of honey, when there came a knock on the door. 14. said Poo, come in. 14. Or was it 15, bother? That's muddled me. Hello, Poo. Said rabbit. Hello, rabbit. 14, wasn't it? What was? My pots of honey that I was counting. Fourteen, that's right. Are you sure? No. Said Rabbit. Does it matter? I just like to know. Said Poo, humbly, so as I can say to myself, I've got fourteen pots of honey left, or fifteen, as the case may be. It's sort of comforting. "'Well, let's call it sixteen,' said Rabbit. What I came to say was, have you seen small anywhere about? I don't think so," said Poo. And then after thinking a little more, he said, who is small? One of my friends and relations said Rabbit, carelessly. This didn't help Poo much, because Rabbit had so many friends and relations, and of such different sorts and sizes, that he didn't know whether he ought to be looking for small at the top of an oak tree or in the petal of a buttercup. I haven't seen anybody today," said Poo, not so as to say, hello, small, too.

Did you want him for anything? seen anybody today," said Poo. Not so as to say.

Hello, small.

Two.

Did you want him for anything? I don't want him," said Rabbit. But it's always useful to know where a friend and relation is. Whether you want him, or whether you don't. Oh, I see," said Pooh.

Is he lost?

Well," said Rabbit. Nobody has seen him for a long time, so I suppose he is. Anyhow, he went on importantly. I promised Christopher Robin I'd organize a search for him. So come on. Pooh said goodbye affectionately to his 14 pots of honey, and hoped they were 15, and he and Rapid went out into the forest. Now said Rapid, this is a search, and I've organized it. Done what to it? Said Poo, organized it, which means, well, it's what you do to a search when you don't all look in the same place at once. So I want you poo to search by the six pine trees first and then work your way towards Owl's house and look out there for me. Do you see? No. Said Poo.

What? Then I'll see you at Owl's house in about an hour's time. Is Piglet organized too? We all are. Said Rabbit. And off he went. As soon as Rabbit was out of sight, Poo remembered that he had forgotten to ask who small was,

and whether he was the sort of friend and relation who settled on one's nose, or the sort who got trotted on by mistake. And as it was too late now, he thought he would begin the hunt by looking for Piglet and asking him what they were looking for before he looked for it. And it's no good looking at this six pine trees for Piglet," said Poe to himself, because he's been organized in a special place of his own. So I shall have to look for the special place first. I wonder where it is. And he wrote it down in his head like this. Order of looking for things.

One, special place to find a piglet. Two, piglet to find who small is. Three, small to find small. Four, rabbit, to tell him I found small. 5. Small again, to tell him I found rabbit. Which makes it look like a bothering sort of day. Thought Poo as he stumped along. The next moment the day became very bothering indeed, because Poo was so busy not looking where he was going that he stepped on a piece of the forest, which had been left out by mistake. And he only just had time to think to himself, I'm flying! What owl does? I wonder how you stop when he stopped. Bump. Ow. Squeak something. That's funny. Thought poo. I said, oh, without really, ah, ah, ah, wing. Help. Said a small, high voice. That's me again. Thought poo. I've had an accident and fallen down a well. And my voice has gone all squeaky and works before I'm ready for it, because I've done something to myself inside. Father. Help. Help. There you are. I say things when I'm not trying, so it must be a very bad accident."

And then he thought that perhaps when he did try to say things he wouldn't be able

to. So to make sure he set loudly a very bad accident to poo bear. Poo! squeaked the voice.

It's piglet! cried Poo eagerly.

Where are you?

Underneath said piglet, in an underneath sort of way. Underneath what? You squeaked Piglet. Get up. Oh, said Pooh, and scrambled up as quickly as he could. Did I fall on you Piglet? You fell on me," said Piglet, feeling himself all over. "'I didn't mean to,' said Poo, sorrowfully. "'I didn't mean to be underneath,' said Piglet, sadly. But I'm all right now, Poo. I'm so glad it was you. What happened?" said poo. Where are we? I think we're in a sort of pit. I was walking along, looking for somebody, and suddenly I wasn't anymore, and just when I got up to see where I was, something fell on me, and it was you. So it was, said Poo. Yes, said Picklett. Poo, he went on nervously and came a little closer. Do you think we're in a trap? Poo hadn't thought about it at all, but now he nodded. For suddenly he remembered how he and Piglet had once made a poo trap for Heffalumps, and he guessed what had happened. He and Piglet had fallen into a Heffalump trap for poo's. That's what it was. What happens when the Hephalump comes?" asked Piglet, trembling when he had heard the news. Perhaps he won't notice you, Piglet. Said Poo, encouragingly, because you're a very small animal. But he'll notice you, Poo. He'll notice me, and I shall notice him," said Poo, thinking it out. We'll notice each other for a long time, and then he'll say, Ho-ho, piglet shivered a little at the thought of that, Ho-ho, and his ears begin to twitch. What will you say?" he asked. Poo tried to think of something he would say, but the more he thought, the more he felt that there is no real answer to, ho ho, said by a half a lump in the sort of voice this half a lump was going to say it in. «Arshin, say anything» said Poo, at last. «I shall just hum to myself as if I was waiting for something» «Then perhaps he'll say, oh, oh, again» suggested Piclit anxiously. «He will» said Poo. Piclit's ears twitched so quickly that he had to lean them against the side of the trap to keep them quiet. He will say it again, said Poo, and I shall go on humming, and that will upset him, because when you say, oh, oh, twice in a gloating sort of way, and the other person only hums, you suddenly find just as ubiquitous as you could say at the third time. That, well, you find what? That it isn't said poo. Isn't what? Poo knew what he meant. But being a bear, a very little brain, couldn't think of the words. "'Well, it just isn't,' he said again. "'You mean it isn't a ho ho wish anymore?' said Piglet, hopefully. Poo looked at him admiringly and said that that was what he meant. If you went on humming all the time, because you couldn't go on saying, oh, oh, forever. But he'll say something else," said Picklett. That's just it. He'll say, what's all this? And then I shall say. And this was a very good idea, Picklett, which I've just thought of. I shall say, it's a trap for a Heffelump, which I've made, and'm waiting for the hephalump to fall in, and I shall go on humming. That will unsettle him." Poo cried Piglet, and now it was his turn to be the admiring one. You've saved us. Have I? said Poo, not feeling quite sure. But Piglet was quite sure, and his mind ran on, and he saw Poo and the Heffelump talking to each other, and he thought suddenly, and a little sadly, that it would have been rather nice if it had been Piglet and the Heffelump talking so grandly to each other, and not Poo, much as he loved Poo, because he really had more brain than poo, and the conversation would go better if he and not poo were doing one side of it, and it would be comforting afterwards in the evenings to look back on the day when he answered Heffelump back as bravely as if the Heffelump wasn't there. It seemed so easy now. He knew just what

he would say. Huffleump, gloatingly, ho ho, piglet, carelessly,

Tralala, Tralala, have a lump, surprised, and not quite so sure of himself.

Ho ho, piglet, so sure of himself. Ho ho ho!

Piglet.

More carelessly still.

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