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Find a sense newscast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by The Spring that's really springing. Tonight, we'll continue the 1928 Children's book by A.M.M. the House at Pooh Corner. In the last episode, Tigger told Rue that Tigger's can do everything, even climb trees. So Tigger and Rue did. Until Tigger realized he couldn't get down. Eventually Poo, Piglet, Christopher Robin, and even Eor came along to rescue the pair. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. Chapter 5 In which rabbit has a busy day, and we learn what Christopher Robin does in the mornings. is going to be one of Robin's busy days, as soon as he woke up he felt important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for organizing something, or for writing a notice of signed rabbit, or for seeing what everybody else thought about. It was a perfect morning for herying round to poo and saying, very well then, I'll tell Piglet, and then going to Piglet and saying, who thinks but perhaps I'd better see howl first? It was a captainish sort of day when When everybody said, yes, rabbit, and no rabbit, and waited until he had told them. He came out of his house and sniffed the warm spring morning as he wondered what he would do. King his house was nearest, and that King his house was Rue, who said, yes, rapid, and no rabbit, almost better than anybody else in the forest. But there was another animal there nowadays, the strange and bouncy ticker, and he was the sort of ticker who was always in front when you were showing him the way anywhere, and was generally out of sight when at last you came to the place and said proudly, here we are. No, not Kangos," said Rabbit, thoughtfully, to himself, as he curled his whiskers in the sun, and to make quite sure that he wasn't going there, he turned to the left and trotted off in the other direction, which was the way to Christopher Robbins house. After all, said Rabbit to himself, Christopher Robbins depends on me. He's fond of boo and piglet and ear and soulmine, but they haven't any brain, not to notice, and he respects Owl because you can't help respecting anybody who can spell Tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. But spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count, and Kinga is too busy looking after Rue, and Rue is too young and ticker is too bouncy to be any help. So there's really nobody but me when you come to look at it. I'll go and see if there's anything he wants doing, and then I'll do it for him. It's just the day for doing things. He trotted a long happily, and by and by, he crossed the stream, and came to the place where his friends and relations lived. There seemed to be even more of them about the usual this morning, and having nodded to a hedgehog or two, with whom he was too busy to shake hands, and having said, good morning, good morning, importantly to some of the others. And, ah, there you are. Kindly to the smaller ones. He waved, apod them over his shoulder, and was gone. Leaving such an air of excitement, and I don't know what behind him, that several members of the Betel family, including Henry Rush, made their way at once to the Hundred Acre Wood, and began climbing trees in the hope of getting to the top before it happened, whatever it was, so that they might see it properly. Rabbit hurried on by the edge of the Hundred Acre Wood, feeling more important every minute, and soon he came to the tree where Christopher Robin lived. He knocked at the door, and he called out once or twice, and then he walked back a little way and put his paw up to keep the sun out, and called to the top of the tree, and then he turned all around and shouted, hello, and I say it's rapid, but nothing happened. Then he stopped and listened. And everything stopped and listened with him. And the forest was very long. And still and peaceful in the sunshine. Until suddenly, a hundred miles above him, a lark began to sing, "'Bother,' said Rabbit. «He's gone out. He went back to the green front door, just to make sure. And he was turning away, feeling that his morning had got all spoiled. When he saw a piece of paper on the ground, and there was a pin in it, as if it had fallen off the door. «Ha, said Rabbit, feeling quite happy again. Another notice. This is what it said. Gone out Baxon, busy Baxon, CR. Ha, said Rabbit again. I must tell the others, and he hurried off importantly. The nearest house was Owls, and to Owls' house in the Hundred Acacre wood he made his way. He came to Owls' door and he knocked and he rang. And he rang and he knocked. And at last Owls' head came out and said, Go away. I'm thinking, Oh, which you? Which was how he always began. Owl said, that. The you and I have brains. The others have fluff. Is there any thinking to be done in this forest? And when I say thinking, I mean thinking. You and I must do it. Yes. Said Howell. I was. Read that. Howell took Christopher Robbins' notice from rabbit and looked at it nervously. He could spell his own name, W-O-L, and he could spell Tuesday so that you knew it wasn't Wednesday. And he could read quite comfortably when you weren't looking over his shoulder and saying, well, all the time. And he could, well, said Rabbit. Yes. Yes. Said Owl. Looking wise and thoughtful. I see what you mean, undoubtedly. Well, exactly. Said Owl precisely. And he added after a little thought, and if you had not come to me I should have come to you. Why?" asked Rabbit, for that very reason, said Owl, hoping that something helpful would happen soon. Yesterday morning, said Rabbit, I went to see Christopher Robin. He was out. Pinned on his door was a notice. The same notice? A different one, but the meaning was the same. It was very odd. Amazing," said Owl, looking at the notice again. And getting just for a moment a curious sort of feeling that something had happened to Christopher Robbins back. Oh, what did you do? Nothing. The best thing said Owl wisely. Well, said Rabbit again, as Owl knew he was going to? Exactly. Said Owl. For a little while he couldn't think of anything more, and then all of a sudden he had an idea. Tell me Rabbit. Tell me Rabbit. He said. The exact words of the notice. This is very important. Everything depends on this. The exact words of the first notice. It was just the same as that one really. I Well looked at him and wondered whether to push him off the tree But feeling that he could always do it afterwards. He tried once more to find out what they were talking about The exact words please he said as Rabbit hadn't spoken. It just said, gone out, Baxon. Same as this, only this says busy Baxon, too. I'll give a great sigh of relief. Oh, said Owl. Now we know where we are. Yes, but where's Christopher Robin?" said Rabbit. That's the point. Owl looked at the notice again. To one of his education, the reading of it was easy. Gone out. Backson. Busy. Backson. Just the sort of thing you'd expect to see on a notice.

It is clear what has happened to my dear rabbit." He said. Christopher Robin has gone out somewhere with backson. He and backson are busy together. Have you seen a backson anywhere about in the forest lately? I don't know," said Rabbit.

That's what I came to ask you.

What are they like?

Well, said Owl. The spotted backson is just a...at least a...it's really more of a...of course, it depends on the...well, said Owl. The fact is, he said, I don't know what they're like. Said owl frankly Thank you said rabbit and he hurried off to see poo Before he had gone very far here to noise so he stopped and listened this was the noise Oh, the butterflies are flying.

Now the winter days are dying. So he stopped and listened. This was the noise.

Oh, the butterflies are flying. Now the winter days are dying.

And the prim roses are trying to be seen.

And the turtle doves are cooling.

And the woods are up and doing.

For the violets are blue, wing, in the green.

Oh, the honeybees are coming on their little wings

and humming that the summer which is coming will be fun. And the cows are almost going and the turtle doves are moving, which is why a poo is pooing in the sun. For the spring is really springing. You can see a sky-lark singing, and the blue bells which are ringing can be heard.

And the cuckoo isn't cooling. But he's chirping and he's owing. And a poo is simply pooing, like a bird. Hello, poo. Said rabbit. Hello rabbit. Said poo, dreamily. Did you make that song up?

Well, our sword-amated up said poo.

It isn't a brain. He went on humbly. Because you know why, Rabbit. But it comes to me sometimes. Ah, said Rabbit. Who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them. Well, the point, have you seen a spotted-boxen in the forest at all?" «No,» said Poo. «Not a… no» said Poo. I saw ticker just now. «That's no good. No» said Poo. «I thought it wasn't…» «Have you seen Picklett? Yes, said Poo. I suppose that isn't any good either. He asked me, Glee. Well, it depends if he saw anything. He saw me, said Poo. Rabbit sat down on the ground next to Poh and feeling much less important like that stood up again. What it all comes to is this, he said. What does Christopher Robin do in the morning nowadays? What sort of thing? Well, can you tell me anything you've seen him do in the morning these last few days? Yes, said Pooh said Poo. «We had breakfast together yesterday, by the pine trees. I'd made up a little basket, just a little fair-sized basket, an ordinary, big-ish sort of basket, a full of, yes, yes,» said Rabbit. «But I mean later than that. Have you seen him between eleven and twelve? «Well» said Poooo, at 11 o'clock. At 11 o'clock. Well, at 11 o'clock, you see, I generally get home about 10, because I have, or two things to do. Quarter past 11 then? Well, said poo. Half past? Yes, said poo.

Half past, said Poo. Half past? Yes, said Poo. That half past, or perhaps later, I might see him. And now that he did think of it, he began to remember that he hadn't seen Christopher Robin about so much lately. Not in the mornings. Afternoons, yes, evenings, yes, before breakfast, yes. Just after breakfast, yes, and then perhaps see you again, Poo, and off he'd go. "'That's just it,' said Rabbit. Where?' Perhaps he's looking for something. "'What?' asked Rabbit. "'That's just what I was going to say,' said Poo, And then he added, perhaps he's looking for a spotted baxon? Yes, said Poo. One of those, in case it isn't, Rabbit looked at him severely. I don't think you're helping," he said. No,,' said Poo. "'I do try,' he added humbly. Rabbit thanked him for trying, and said he would now go and see Eor, and Poo could walk with him if he liked. But Poo, who felt another verse of his song coming on him, said he would wait for Piglet. Goodbye, Rabbit. So Rabbit went off. But as it happened, it was Rabbit who saw Piglet first. Piglet had got up early that morning to pick himself a bunch of violets, and when he had picked them and put them in a pot in the middle of his house, it suddenly came over him that nobody had ever picked your bunch of violets. And the more he thought of this, the more he thought how sad it was to be an animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him. So we hurryed out again saying to himself, your violets, and then violets, your, and Casey forgot, because it was that sort of day. And he picked a large bunch and trotted along, smelling them and feeling very happy, until he came to the place where Eor was. Oh, Eor began Piglet a little nervously, because Eor was busy. Eor put out a paw and waved him away. Tomorrow said E. "'Or the next day.' Piglet came a little closer to see what it was. Eor had three sticks on the ground and was looking at them. Two of these sticks were touching at one end, but not at the other, and the third stick was laid across them. Piglet thought that perhaps it was a trap of some kind. Oh, we, you're, he began again. Just, is that Piglet said to you or still looking hard at his sticks? Yes, you're, and I, do you know what this is? No, said Piglet. It's an A. Oh, said Piglet. Not O. A said Eor, severely. Can't you hear or do you think you have more education than Christopher Robin?" "'Yes,' said Piglet.

"'No,' said Piglet very quickly, and he came closer still.

Christopher Robin said it was an A, and an A it is,

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