Music Welcome to Snewscast, the podcast is on to help you fall asleep. Find a SetsNewscast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by a friendly day. Tonight we'll continue the 1928 Children's Book by AA Milne, the House of Pooh Corner. In the last episode, Rabbit, bothered by how much ticker bounces, convinces Pooh and Piglet to help teach him a lesson. His plan is to take Tigger on a long explore into the misty woods, sneak away from him, and leave him temporarily lost so he'll become humble and less bouncy. The next day, they carry out the plan, and while Tigger bounds ahead enthusiastically, the others hide, Tigger doesn't find them and eventually returns home to Kenga and Roo, while Rabbit, Pooh, and Piglet soon realize they themselves are lost in the fog. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. Chapter 8 in which Piglet does a very grand thing. Halfway between Poo's house and Piglet's house was a thoughtful spot where they met sometimes when they had decided to go and see each other. And as it was warm and out of the wind, they would sit down there for a little and wonder what they would do now that they had seen each other. One day, when they had decided not to do anything, poo made up a verse about it so that everybody should know what the place was for. This warm and sunny spot belongs to poo, and here he wonders what he's going to do. Oh, bother, I forgot.

It's Picklet, too. Now one autumn morning, when the wind had blown all the leaves off the trees in the night, and was trying to blow the branches off, poo and Picklet were sitting in the thoughtful spot and wondering. What I think, said Poo, is I think we'll go to Poo Corner in CE or, because perhaps his house has been blown down, and perhaps he'd like us to build it again. What I think, said Piglet, is I think we'll go and see Christopher Robin, only he won't be there, so we can't. "'Let's go and see everybody,' said Poo, because when you've been walking in the wind for miles, and you suddenly go into somebody's house, and he says, "'Allow, Poo, you're just in time for a little smackerel of something, and you are, then it's what I call a friendly day. Biglet thought that they ought to have a reason for going to see everybody, like looking for small or organizing and exposition, if poo could think of something. poo could, we'll go because it's Thursday," he said. And we'll go to wish everyone a very happy Thursday. Come on, Piglet. They got up. And when Piglet had sat down again, because he didn't know the wind was so strong and had been helped up by poo, they started off. They went to

poo's house first and luckily poo was at home just as they got there. So he asked them in and they had some. And then they went on to Kanga's house, holding on to each other and shouting, isn't it? And what? And I can't hear. By the time they got to King's house, they were so buffeted that they stayed to lunch. Just at first it seemed to rather cold outside afterwards, so they pushed on to rabbits as quickly as they could. "'We've come to wish you a very happy Thursday,' said Poo, when he had gone in and out once or twice just to make sure that he could get out again. "'Why what's going to happen on Thursday?' asked Rabbit, and when Poo had explained and Rabbit whose life was made up of important things, said, Oh, I thought you'd really come about something. They sat down for a little and by and by, Poo and Piglet went on again. The wind was behind them, so they didn't have to shout. "'Rabbit's clever,' said Poo thoughtfully. "'Yes,' said Picklett. "'Rabbit's clever.' "'And he has a brain.' "'Yes,' said Picklett. "'Rabbit has brain.' There was a long silence. I suppose," said Poo. That's why he never understands anything. Christopher Robin was at home by this time, because it was the afternoon, and he was so glad to see them that they stayed

there until very nearly tea time.

And then they had a very nearly tea, which is when you forget about afterwards, and hurried on to poo corner. So it was to see Eor before it was too late to have a proper tea with Owl. Hello, EOR. They called out cheerfully.

Oh, said EOR.

Lost your... with Awl. Hello, Eor. They called out cheerfully.

Oh, said Eor. Lost your way. We just came to see you," said Picklett. And to see how your house was, look who? It's still standing. I know,,' said Ewer. Very odd. Somebody ought to have come down and pushed it over. We wondered whether the wind would blow it down,' said Poo. "'That's why nobody's bothered, I suppose. I thought perhaps they'd forgotten. Well, we're very glad to see you, Eor, and now we're going on to see Owl. That's right. You'll like Owl. flew past a day or two ago and noticed me. He didn't actually say anything mind you, but he knew it was me, very friendly of him I thought, encouraging. Who in the piglet shuffled about a little and said, well, goodbye Eor as lingeringly as they could, but they had a long way to go and wanted to be getting on. Goodbye, said Eor. Mind you don't get blown away, little piglet, you'd be missed. People would say, where's little piglet then blown to? Really wanting to know. Well, goodbye. And thank you for happening to pass me. Goodbye, said poo and piglet for the last time, and they pushed on to Owls' house. The wind was against them now, and Piglet's ears streamed behind him like banners as he fought his way along, and it seemed hours before he got them into the shelter of the hundred acre wood, and they stood up straight again to listen, a little nervously, to the roaring of the gale among the tree tops. Supposing a tree fell down poo when we were underneath it. Supposing it didn't," said poo, after careful thought. that was comforted by this and in a little while they were knocking and ringing very cheerfully at Owl's door. Hello Owl, said poo. I hope we're not too late for. I mean, how are you Owl? Piglet and I just came to see how you wore because it's Thursday.

Sit down, poo. Sit down, Piglet. Sit Owl kindly. Make yourselves comfortable. They think them and made themselves as comfortable as they could. Because you see Owl, said poo, we've been hurryinging. So as to be in time for, so as to see you before you went away again, Owl nodded solemnly. Correct me if I'm wrong," he said. But am I right in supposing that it is a very blusterous day outside? Very!" said Piglet, who was quietly thawing his ears and wishing that he was safely back in his own house. He thought so, said Owl. It was on just such a blusterous day as this that my uncle Robert, a portrait of whom you see upon the wall on your right, piglet. While returning in late four noon from, uh, what's that? There was a loud cracking noise. Look out, cried poo. Mine the clock out of the way, piglet. Piglet, I'm falling on you. Help, cried piglet. whose side of the room was slowly tilting upwards and his chair began sliding down on Pigglets. The clock slithered gently along the mantelpiece, collecting vases on the way, until they all crashed together or onto what had once been the floor, but was now trying to see what it looked like as a wall. Uncle Robert, who was going to be the new hearth rug, and was bringing the rest of his wall with him as carpet, met Piglet's chair just as Piglet was expecting to leave it. And for a little while, it became very difficult to remember which was really the north. There was another loud crack. Owl's room collected itself feverishly, and there was silence. In a corner of the room, the tablecloth began to wriggle. Then it wrapped itself into a ball and rolled across the room. Then it jumped up and down once or twice and put out two

ears. It rolled across the room again and unbounded itself. Poo said Biglet nervously. Yes, said one of the chairs. Where are we? I'm not quite sure," said the chair.

Are we?

Are we in Owl's house? I think so because we were just going to have tea and we hadn't had it. Oh, said Piglet. Well, did Owl always have a letterbox in his ceiling? Has he? Yes, look, I can't," said Poo. I'm faced downwards under something. And that piglet is a very bad position for looking at ceilings. Well, he has, Poo. Perhaps he's changed it. Said Poo. Just for a change. There was a disturbance behind the table in the other corner of the room, and Owl was with them again. Ah, Piglet said Owl looking very much annoyed. Where's Poo? I'm not quite sure," said Poo. Owl turned at his voice and frowned, at as much of of poo as you could see. Poo said owl severely. Did you do that? No. Said poo humbly. I don't think so. Then who did? I think it was the wind. Said Piglet. I think your house has blown down. Oh, is that it? I thought it was poo. No, said poo. If it was the wind, said Owl, considering the matter, then it wasn't poo's fault. No blame can be attached to him. With these kind words, he flew up to look

at his new ceiling. Pigglet called Poo and allowed Whisper. Pigglet leaned down to him. Yes, Poo? What did he say was attached to me? He said he didn't blame you. Oh, I thought he meant...

Oh, I see.

A whole... He said he didn't blame you. Oh, I thought he meant. Oh, I see. A'ul said Piclit. Come down and help Poo. A'ul, who was admiring his letterbox, flew down again. Together they pushed and pulled at the armchair, and in a little while, Poo came out from underneath

and was able to look around him again. Well, said Owl, this is a nice state of things. What are we going to do, Poo? Can you think of anything?" asked Piglet. Well, I had just thought of something.

Said Poo, it was just a little thing I thought of.

And he began to sing. I lay on my chest, and I thought it best, to pretend I was having an evening rest. I lay on my thumb, and I tried to hum. But nothing particular seemed to come. My face was flat on the floor, and that is all very well for an acrobat, but it doesn't seem fair to a friendly bear to stiffen him out with a basket-chair, and a sort of squoze which grows and grows is not too nice for his poor old nose. and a sort of squash is much too much for his neck and his mouth and his ears and such. That was all. Said Poo. Owl coughed in an unadmiring sort of way and said that if Poo was sure that was all, they could now give their minds to the problem of escape.

Because, said Owl, we can't go out by what was used to be the front door. Something's fallen on it. But how else can you go out?" asked Piclit anxiously. That is the problem Piclit to which I am asking poo to give his mind.

Poo sat on the floor which had once been a wall and gazed up at the sea. That is the problem, Piclit, to which I am asking Poe to give his mind.

Poe sat on the floor, which had one spin a wall, and gazed up at the ceiling, which had one spin another wall, with a front door in it, which had one spin a front door, and tried to give his mind to it. Could you fly up to the letterbox with Piclit on your back? He asked. No, said Piglet quickly. He couldn't. I will explain about the necessary dorsal muscles he had explained this to poo and Christopher Robyn once before, and had been waiting ever since for a chance to do it again. Because it is a thing which you can easily explain twice before anybody knows what you're talking about. Because you see Owl, if we could get Piglet into the letter box, he might squeeze through the place where the letters come and climb down the tree and run for help. Piglet said hurriedly that he had been getting bigger lately and couldn't possibly much as he would like to. And Owl said that he had his letterbox made bigger lately in case he got bigger letters, so perhaps Piglet might. And Piglet said, but you said the necessary you know what's wouldn't. And Owl said, no, they won't. So it's not good thinking about it. And Piglet said, then we'd better think of something else

and began to advance.

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