Music Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast is designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by a pleasant sort of habit. Tonight, we'll continue the 1928 Children's Book by AA Milne, the house at Pooh Corner. In the last episode of Winnie the Pooh, Rabbit organizes a search for his missing friend, Small. But Pooh, unsure of who Small is, decides to find Piglet first for clarification. In the process, Pooh and Piglet accidentally fall into a pit, and mistakenly believe they've trapped themselves in a Heavolump trap. As they nervously imagine their encounter with the Heavolump, Christopher Robin appears, unintentionally startling Piglet into a confused attempt at bravely facing the trap. Eventually, who realizes that small, a very small beetle, has been on his back all along. Christopher Robin helps them out of the pit, and they all celebrate finding small. Meanwhile, E.R. unaware of the resolution continues the search days later, reacting with this usual dry sarcasm when rapid informs him that small has already been found. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. your body into the softness of your bed.

Now take a few deep breaths. Chapter 4 In which it is shown that Tigger's don't climb trees. One day when Poo was thinking he thought he would go and see Eor, because he hadn't seen him since yesterday. And as he walked through the heather singing to himself, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Owl since the day before yesterday, so he thought that he would just look in at the hundred-acre wood on the way and see if Owl was at home. he went on singing, until he came to the part of the stream where the stepping stones were, and when he was in the middle of the third stone, he began to wonder how Kinga and Rue and Ticker were getting on, because they all lived together in a different part of the forest. And he thought, I haven't seen Rue for a long time. And if I don't see him today, it will be a still longer time. So he sat down on the stone in the middle of the stream and sang another verse of his song while he wondered what to do. The other verse of the song was like this. I could spend a happy morning seeing Rue. I could spend a happy morning being Poo, for it doesn't matter if I don't get any fatter and I don't get any fatter, what I do. The sun was so delightfully warm, and the stone which had been sitting in it for a long time was so warm too that poo had almost decided to go on being poo in the middle of the stream for the rest of the morning. When he remembered rabbit, rabbit said poo to himself. I like talking to rabbit. He talks about sensible things. He doesn't use long, difficult words like owl. He uses short, easy words like, what about lunch and help yourself poo? I suppose really I ought to go and see Rabbit. Which made him think of another verse. Oh, I like his way of talking, yes I do. It's the nicest way of talking, just for two. And to help yourself with rabbit. The wood may become a habit, is a pleasant sort of habit for a poo. So when he had sung this, he got up off his stone, walked back across the stream and set off for rabbit's house. But he hadn't gotten far before he began to say to himself. Yes, but suppose Rabbit is out, or suppose I could duck in his front door again, coming out as I did once when his front door wasn't big enough.

Because I know I'm not getting fatter, but his front door may be getting thinner. So wouldn't it be better if, and all the time he was saying things like this, it was going more and more westerly, without thinking, until suddenly he found himself at his own front door again, and it was 11 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 stumbling off to Biglet's house, and as he walked, he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw, and sang a rather fluffy song through the fur. It went like this. I could spend a happy morning seeing Picklett, and I couldn't spend a happy morning not seeing Picklett. And it doesn't matter if I don't see Owl and Eor, or any of the others, and I'm not going to see Owl or Eor, or any of the others, or Christopher Robin. Written down like this, it doesn't seem a very good song, but coming through a pale, fond fluff at about half past eleven on a very sunny morning, it seemed to poo to be one of the best songs he had ever sung. So he went on singing it. Piglet was busy taking a small hole in the ground outside his house. Hello, Piglet. Said poo. Hello, poo. Said Piglet. Giving a jump of surprise. I knew it was you. So did I. Said poo. What are you doing? I'm planting a hay corn, Poo, so that it can grow up into an oak tree and have lots of hay corn just outside the front door instead of having to walk miles and miles. Do you see Poo? Supposing it doesn't, said Poo. And it will, because Christopher Robin says it will. So that's why I'm planting it. Well, said Poo, if I plant a honeycomb outside my house, then it will grow up into a bee hive. Poo wasn't quite sure about this. or a piece of honeycomb said poo, so was not to waste too much. Only then I might only get a piece of a bee hive, and it might be the wrong piece, where the bees were buzzing not honeying. Father, Piglet agreed that that would be rather bothering.

Besides Poo, it's very difficult, planting unless you know how to do it. He said, and he put the acorn in the hole he had made, and covered it up with earth, and jumped on it. I do know," said Pooh, because Christopher Robin gave me a master's shellam seed, and I planted it, and I'm going to have a master's shellam all over the front door.' "'I thought they were called Nostirshams,' said Piglet, timidly, as he went on jumping. "'No,' said Pooh. "'Not these. These are called master shalams.'" When Piglet had finished jumping, he wiped his paws on his front and said, "'What shall we do now?' And Pooh said. "'Let's go when sheenga and raw when ticker. And Piclit said, yes, let's. Because he was still a little anxious about ticker, who was a very bouncy animal, with a way of saying, how do you do? Which always left your ears full of sand, even after Kinga had said, gently tiggered dear and had helped you up again. So they set off for Kinga's house. Now it happened that Kinga had felt rather motherly that morning and wanting to count things like Roo's vests and how many pieces of of soap there were left, and the two clean spots in Tigger's feeder. So she had sent them out with a packet of water crest sandwiches for Rue, and a packet of extract of molten sandwiches for Tigger to have a nice long morning in the forest, not getting into mischief, and off they had gone. And as they went, Tigger told Rue, who wanted to know all about the things that Tigger's could do. "'Can they fly?' asked Rue. "'Yes,' said Tigger. They're very good flyers. Tiggers are. "'Oh,' said Rue. Can they fly as well as howl? «Yes» said Tigger. «Only. They don't want to. Why don't they want to? Well, they just don't like it somehow. Rue couldn't understand this, because he thought it would be lovely to be able to fly. The Tigger said it was difficult to explain to anybody who wasn't a ticker himself. Well, said Roo, can they jump as far as Kinga's? Yes, said Tigger, when they want to. I love jumping," said Roo. Let's see who can jump farthest. You or me. I can," said Tigger, but we mustn't stop now, or we shall be late. Late for what? For whatever we want to be in time for," said Tigger, hurrying on. In a little while, they came to the six pine trees. I can swim," said Poo. I fell into the river, and I swimmed. Can Tigger swim? Of course they can. Tiggers can do everything. Can they climb trees better than Poo? Asked Roo? Stopping under the tallest pine tree? And looking up at it? Cl trees is what tickers do best," said Tigger, much better than Pooes. Could they climb this one? They are always climbing trees like that," said Tigger, up and down all day. "'Oh, Tigger, are they really? I'll show you," said Tigger, bravely, and you can sit on my back and watch me. For all the things which had said Tigger's could do, the only one he felt really certain about suddenly was climbing trees. Oh, Tigger, squeaked through, excitedly. So he sat on Tigger's back and up they. And for the first ten feet, Tigger said happily to himself, up we go. And for the next ten feet, he said, I always said Tiggers could climb trees. And for the next ten feet, he said, not that it's easy mind you. And for the next 10 feet, he said, of course, there's

the coming down to backwards. And then he said, which will be difficult, unless one fell, it would be easy. And at the word easy, the branch he was standing on broke suddenly. And he just managed to clutch at the one above him as he felt himself going. And then slowly he got his chin over it. And then one back paw. And then the other. Until at last he was sitting on it, breathing very quickly, and wishing that he had gone in for swimming instead. Rue climbed off, and sat down next to him. Oh, Tigger, he said excitedly. Are we at the top? No, said Tigger. Are we going to the top? No, said Tigger. Oh, said Rue, rather sadly. And then he went on hopefully. That was a lovely pit just now when you pretended we were going to fall bump to bottom, and we didn't. Will you do it again? No, said Tigger. Rue was silent for a little while, and then he said, shall we eat our sandwiches, ticker? And ticker said, yes, where are they? And Rue said, at the bottom of the tree. And ticker said, I don't think we better eat them just yet. So they didn't. By and by, Poo and Piglet came along. Poo was stalling Piglet in a singing voice that didn't seem to matter. If he didn't get any fatter, and he didn't think he was getting any fatter, what he did. And Piglet was wondering how long it would be before his hay corn came up. "'Look, poo,' said Piglet suddenly. "'There's something in one of the pine trees.' "'So there is,' said poo, looking up wonderingly. "'There's an animal.' Piglet took poo's arm, in case poo was frightened. "'Is it one of the fiercer animals?' Piglet said, looking the other way. Poo nodded. It's a jaguar,' he said. "'What do jaguars do?' asked Piglet, hoping that they wouldn't. They hide in the branches of trees and drop on you as you go underneath," said Poo. Christopher Robin told me. Perhaps we better hadn't go underneath Poo, in case he dropped and hurt himself. They don't hurt themselves," said Poo. They're such very good droppers. Piglet still felt that to be underneath a very good dropper would be a mistake. And he was just going to hurry back for something which he had forgotten when the Jagalar called out to them. Help! Help! It called. That's what Jagalars do," said Poo. Much interested.

They call hell, help. And then when you look up, they drop on you. "'I'm looking down,' cried Piglet loudly. So as the Jagalar shouldn't do the wrong thing by accident. Something very excited next to the Jagalar heard him and squeaked. Pooh and Piglet. Pooh and Piglet. All of a sudden Piglet felt that it was much nicer day than he had thought it was. All warm and sunny. Pooh, he cried. I believe it's ticker and rude. So it is," said Poo. I thought it was a Jagelor and another Jagelor.' "'Hello, Roo,' called Piglet. What are you doing?' "'We can't get down. We can't get down,' cried Roo. "'Wasn't it fun, Poo? Isn't it fun, Tigger? We're living in a tree like Owl, and we're going to stay here forever and ever. I can see Picklet's house. Picklet, I can see your house from here. Aren't we high? Is Owl's house as high up as this? How did you get up there, Roo? Askedlit. On ticker's back, and ticker's can't climb downwards because their tails get in the way. Only upwards, and Ticker forgot about that when we started, and he's only just remembered. So we've got to stay here forever and never. Unless we go higher. What do you say, Ticker? Takeigger says if we go higher, we shouldn't be able to see Piglet's house so well. So we're going to stop here. Piglet said poo solemnly when he had heard all this. What shall we do? And he began to eat Tigger's sandwiches. Are they stuck? Asked Piglet anxiously. Poo nodded. Couldn't you climb up to them? I might Piglet, and I might bring Roo down on my back, but I couldn't bring Tigger down, so we must think of something else. And in a thoughtful way, he began to eat Roo sandwiches too. Whether he would have thought of anything before he had finished the last sandwich, I don't know. But he had just gone to the last one, when there was a crackling in the bracket, and Christopher Robin and E. War came strolling along together. I shouldn't be surprised if it hailed a good deal tomorrow. Eeyore was saying, blizzards and whatnot. Being fine today doesn't mean anything. It has no... What's the word? Well, it has none of that. It's just a small piece of weather. There's Poo said Christopher Robin, who didn't much mind what it did tomorrow, as long as he was out in it. Hello, Poo. It's Christopher Robin," said Piclit. He'll know what to do. They hurried up to him. No, Christopher Robin began Poo. and, saide your tigger and rew are right up the six pine trees, and they can't get down, and I was just saying, put in Piglet, that if only Christopher Robin, and your, if only you were here, then we could think of something to do." Christopher Robin looked up at Tigger and Rue and tried to think of something. I thought, said Piglet earnestly, that if Eor stood at the bottom of the tree, and if Poo stood on Eor's back, and if I stood on Poo's shoulders, and if Eor suddenly, then we could all laugh, "'Ha, ha!' Amusing in a quiet way,' said Ewer, but not really helpful. "'Well,' said Piglet Meagley, "'I thought,' would it break your back, Ewer?' asked poo, very much surprised. That's what would be so interesting, Poo, not being quite sure till afterwards. Poo said, oh, and they all began to think again. I've got an idea, cried Christopher Robin suddenly. into this pig piglet, Ceddy or, and then you'll know what we're trying to do. I'll take off my tunic and we'll each hold a corner, and then Rue and Tick are can jump into it, and it will all be soft and bouncy for them, and they won't hurt themselves. tickers down, said he were, and not hurting anybody.

Keep the often bouncy for them, and they won't hurt themselves. Getting tickers down, said he were, and not hurting anybody. Keep those two ideas in your head, Piglet, and you'll be alright. But Piglet wasn't listening. He was so a gog at the thought of seeing Christopher Robbins blew braces again. He had only seen them once before, when he was much younger, and being a little over-excited by them, had had to go to bed half an hour earlier than usual. And he had always wondered since if they were really as blue and as bracing as he had thought them. So when Christopher Robin took his tunic off, and they were, he felt quite friendly to

Eor again and held the corner of the tunic next to him and smiled happily at him. And Eor whispered back, I'm not saying there won't be an accident now mind you. There funny things accidents. You never have them till you're having them. And Rue understood what he had to do.

It was wildly excited and cried out. Tigger, Tigger, we're going to jump. Look at me jumping, Tigger, like flying, my jumping will be. Can Tigger stew it? And he's squeaked out. I'm coming, Christopher Robin, and he jumped straight into the middle of

the tunic, and he was going so fast that he bounced up again almost as high as where he was before, and went on bouncing and saying, oh, for quite a long time, and then at last he stopped and said, lovely, and they put him on the ground. Come on, Tigger.

He called out.

It's easy.

Tigger was him on the ground. Come on, Tigger. He called out, it's easy. But Tigger was holding on the branch and saying to himself, it's all very well for jumping animals like kengos, but it's quite different for swimming animals like Tiggers. And he thought of himself floating on the back down a river or striking out from one island to another, and he felt

that that was really the life of a ticker. Come along, called Christopher Robin, you'll be all right. Just wait a moment," said ticker nervously, a small piece of bark in my eye, and he moved slowly along his branch. Come on, it's easy.

Squeak-true.

And suddenly Tigger found how easy it was. Oh, he shouted, as the tree flew past him. Look out, cried Christopher Robin to the others. There was a crash, and a tearing noise, and a confused heap of everybody on the ground. Christopher Robin and Pooh and Piglet picked themselves up first and then they picked a grop and underneath everybody else was he or. Oh he or. Christopher Robin, or you heard. And he felt him rather anxiously and dusted him and helped him to stand up again. Eor said nothing for a long time. And then he said, That is Tigger was there, feeling bouncy again already.

Yes, is it Christopher? Is Tigger there? Tigger was there, feeling bouncy again already.

Yes, said Christopher Robin.

Tigger's here.

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