Music Welcome to snoozecast. The podcast is designed to help you fall asleep. Find a set snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share it with a friend. This episode is brought to you by the bravery of a very small animal. Tonight we'll continue the 1928 children's book by A.A. Mellon, the house at Pooh Corner, with the second to last chapter titled, In Which Eor finds the Woolery and Owl moves into it. In the last episode, Poo and Piglet set out on a blustery autumn day to visit friends, deciding they would wish everyone a very happy Thursday. After stopping at several homes, they fought through the strong wind to Owl's house. While they were visiting, the wind toppled Owl's tree,

sending the house tilting sideways and blocking the door. Poo, piglet, and Owl found themselves trapped inside. Owl dismissed Poo's first ideas for escape, but eventually Poo suggested a plan. him. Tie a string to Piglet, hoist him up to Owl's ceiling letterbox, and have him squeeze through to get outside for help. Though nervous, Piglet bravely agreed. With Poo and Owl pulling, Piglet was lifted up, squeezed out through the letterbox, and escaped. Once outside, Piglet called back that owl's tree had fallen, and he would fetch Christopher Robin to help clear the doorway and bring a rope for poo. Piglet ran off on his errand, leaving poo and owl to wait, while owl resumed telling a long story about his uncle Robert. Biglet's quick action and courage had saved the day, making him the hero of the moment. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep, perhaps. Chapter 9 In which Eor finds the Wallery, and Owl moves into it. Pooh had wandered into the Hundred Acre Wood, and was standing in front of what had once been Owl's house. It didn't look at all like a house now. It looked like a tree which had been blown down. And as soon as a house looked like that, it is time you tried to find another one. Poo had had a mysterious message underneath his front door that morning, saying, I am scourching for a new house for Owl, so had you rabbit. And while he was wondering what it meant, rabbit had come in and read it for him. I'm leaving one for all the others," said Rabbit, and telling them what it means. And they'll all search too. I'm in a hurry, goodbye." And he had run off. Poo followed slowly. He had something better to do than to find a new house for Owl. He had to make up a poo song about the old one. Because he had promised Piglet days and days ago he would, and whenever he and Piglet had met since, Piglet didn't actually say anything, but you knew at once why he didn't. And if anybody mentioned hums or trees or strings or storms in the night, Piglet's nose went all pink at the tip, and he talked about something quite different in a hurried sort of way. But it isn't easy," said Poo to himself, as he looked at what had once been Owl's house, because poetry and homes aren't things which you get. There's things which get you, and all you can do is to go where they can find you." He waited, hopefully. Well, said poo after a long wait. My shell began. Here lies a tree because it does, and then I'll see what happens. This is what happened. Here lies a tree which Owl, a bird, was fond of when it stood on end, and Owl was talking to a friend. Called me, in case you hadn't heard, when something, ooh, occurred. For low, the wind was blusterous and flattened out his favorite tree. And things looked bad for him, and we looked bad, I mean for he and us. I've never known them was. Then Piglet, Piglet, thought a thing. Courage, he said. There's always hope. I want a thinnish piece of rope, or if there isn't any bring a thickish piece of string. So to the letterbox he rose, while Poo and Owl said, Ho and Ham. And where the letters always come, called letters only, piglet squows, his head, and then his toes.

O gallant piglet, piglet, ho! Did piglet tremble? Did he blinch? No, no. He struggled inch by inch, through letters only, as I know, because I saw him go. He ran and ran, and then he stood and shouted,

Help for hour, a bird, and poo a bear, until he heard the others coming through the wood as quickly as they could. Help help and rescue, Piglet cried, and showed the others where to go. Sing Ho for Piglet. Piglet. Ho. And soon the door was opened wide, and we were both outside. Sing Ho for Piglet. Ho. Ho. So there it is, said Poo. When he had sung this to himself three times, it's come different from what I thought it would, but it's come. Now, I must go and sing it to Piglet. I am scratching for a new house for Owl, so had you, Rabbit. What's all this?" said Eor.

Rabbit explained.

What's the matter with his old house? Asked Eor. Rabbit explained. Nobody tells me, said Eor.

Nobody keeps me informed.

I make it 17 days, come Friday since anybody spoke to me. It certainly isn't 17 days. Come Friday, explained Eor. And today's Saturday said rabbit, so that would make it eleven days, and I was here myself a week ago. Not conversing, said Eor, not first one, and then the other. You said, hello, and flashed past. I saw your tail in the distance as I was meditating on my reply. I had thought of saying, what, but of course, it was then too late. Well, I was in our hurry. No give and take," E.R. went on. No exchange of thought. Hello. What? I mean, it gets you nowhere. Particularly if the other person's tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation. It's your fault, Eor. You've never been to see any of us. You just stay here in this one corner of the forest waiting for the others to come to you. But why don't you go to them sometimes? Eor was silent for a little while, thinking, There may be something in what you say, rabbit." He said at last, I must move about more. I must come and go. That's right, Eor. Drop in on any of us at any time when you feel like it. Thank you, Rabbit. And if anybody says an allowed voice, father, it's EOR. I can drop out again. Rabbit stood on one leg for a moment. Well, he said, I must be going. Good bye, said Eor. What? Oh, goodbye. And if you do come across a house for owl, you must let us know. I will give my mind to it. Said it you were. Rabbit went. Poo had found Piglet, and they were walking back to the hundred acre wood together. Piglet said Poo a little shyly after they had walked for some time without saying anything. Yes, poo. Do you remember when I said that a respectful poo song might be written about you know what? Oh, did you? Said Piglet, getting a little pink around the nose.

Oh, yes, I believe you did. It's been written, Piglet. The pink went slowly up Piglet's nose to his ears and settled there. Has it poo? He asked, huskily, about that time when... Do you mean really written? Yash, piglet. The tips of piglet's ears glowed suddenly, and he tried to say something, but even after he had hussked once or twice, nothing came out. So Poo went on. "'There are seven verses in it.' "'Seven,' said Piglet, as carelessly as he could. "'You don't often get seven verses in a hum, do you, Poo?' "'Never,' said said poo. I don't suppose it's ever been heard of before.' "'Do the others know yet?' asked Piglet, stopping for a moment to pick up a stick and throw it away. "'No,' said poo. And I wondered which she would like best for me to hum it now, or to wait till we find the others, and then hum it to all of you. Piglet thought for a little while. I think what I'd like best Poo is I'd like you to hum it to me now, and then to hum it to all of us, because then everybody would hear it. But I could say, oh yes, Pooz told me and pretended not to be listening. So Poo hummed it to him. All the seven verses, and Piglet said nothing, but just stood and glowed. Never before had anyone sung whole for Piglet, Piglet, ho all by himself. When it was over, he wanted to ask for one of the verses over again, but didn't quite like to. It was the verse beginning O Gallant Piglet, and it seemed to him a very thoughtful way of beginning a piece of poetry. Did I really do all that?" He said at last. Well, said Poo, in poetry, in a piece of poetry. Well, you did it, Piglet, because the poetry says you did.

And that's how people know.

Oh, said Piglet, because I thought I did blinch a little.

Just that first. And it says, Did he blinch? No, no.

That's why. You only blinched inside," said Poo, and that's the bravest way for a very small animal not to blinch that there is. Piglet sighed with happiness and began to think about himself. He was brave. When they got to Owl's old house, they found everybody else there except Eor. Christopher Robin was telling them what to do, and Rabbit was telling them again directly afterwards, in case they hadn't heard, and they were all doing it. They had got a rope and were pulling owls, chairs, and pictures, and things out of his old house, so as to be ready to put them into his new one. Kanga was down below, tying the things on, and calling out to Owl. You won't want this dirty old dishcloth anymore, will you? And what about this carpet? It's all in holes. And Owl was calling back indignantly. Oh, of course I do. It's just a question of arranging the furniture properly. And it isn't a dishcloth. It's my shawl. Now and then Rue fell in and came back on the rope with the next article, which flustered Kengo a little because she never knew where to look for him. So she got crossed with Owl and said that his house was a disgrace, all damp and dirty, and it was quite time it did tumble down. Look at that horrid bunch of toadstools growing out of the floor there. So owl looked down, a little surprised because he didn't know about this and then gave a short sarcastic laugh, and explained that that was his sponge and that if people didn't know a perfectly ordinary bath sponge when they saw it, things were coming to a pretty pass. Well, said Kinga, and Rufelon quickly crying, I must see Owl's sponge. Oh, there it is. Oh, Owl. Owl. It isn't a sponge. It's a sponge. Oh, there it is. Oh, owl. Owl. It isn't a sponge. It's a sponge. Do you know what a sponge is, owl? It's when your sponge gets all. And Kinga said, Rue, dear, very quickly, because that's not the way to talk to anybody who can spell Tuesday. But they were all quite happy when Poo and Piglet came along and they stopped working in order to have a little rest and listened to Poo's new song. So then they all told Poo how good it was, and Piglet said carelessly, It is good, isn't it? I mean, as a song. And what about the new house? Asked Poo. Have you found it, Owl? He's found a name for it. Said Christopher Robin. Laisley nibbling at a piece of grass. So now all he wants is the house. "'I'm calling it this,' said Owl, importantly, and he showed them what he had been making. It was a square piece of board with the name of the house painted on it. The wollery. It was at this exciting moment that something came through the trees and bumped into Howell. The board fell to the ground and piglet and roub and over it eagerly. Oh, it's you. Said Owl, crossly. Hello, E.O.R. said rabbit. There you are. Where have you been?' Eor took no notice of them. "'Good morning, Christopher Robin,' he said, brushing away Rue and Piglet and sitting down on the wallery. "'Are we alone? Yes, said Christopher Robin, smiling to himself. I have been told the news has worked through to my corner of the forest, the damp bit down on the right which nobody wants, that a certain person is looking for a house. I have found one for him. Ah, well done," said Rabbit, kindly, Eeyore looked round slowly at him, and then turned back to Christopher Robin. We have been joined by something, he said, in a loud whisper, but no matter, we can leave it behind. If you will come with me, Christopher Robin, I will show you the house. Christopher Robin jumped up. Come on, poo. He said. Come on, Tigger.

Cryed Rue. "'Shall we go, Owl?' said Rabbit. "'Wait a moment,' said Owl, picking up his notice board which had just come into sight again. "'Earwaved them back.'. // Christopher Robin and I are going for a short walk. He said, not a jossal. If he likes to bring poo and piglet with him, I shall be glad if their company. But one must be able to breathe." That's all right. Said Rabbit, rather glad to be left in charge of something. We'll go on getting the things out. Now then, Tigger. Where's that rope? What's the matter, Owl? Owl, who had just discovered that his new address was the smudge, coughed at Eor sternly, but said nothing, and Eor, with most of the wollery behind him, marched off with his friends. So, in a little while, they came to the house which Eor had found, And for some minutes before they came to it, Piglet was nudging Poo, and Poo was nudging Piglet. And they were saying, it is, and it can't be, and it is really to each other. And when they got there, it really was.

There said Eor proudly, stopping them outside Piglet's house,

and the name on it and everything.

Oh! cried Christopher Robin, wondering whether to laugh or what? Just the house for awl. Don't you think so little piglet? And then piglet did a noble thing, and he did it in a sort of dream, while he was thinking of all the wonderful words Poo had hummed about him. Yes, it's just the house for Owl." He said grandly, and I hope he'll be very happy in it. And then he called twice because he had been very happy in it himself. What do you think Christopher Robin asked Eor a little anxiously, feeling that something wasn't quite right?

Christopher Robb and had a question to ask first, and he was wondering how to ask it. Well, he said at last, It's a very nice house and if your own house is blown down you must go somewhere else.

mustn't you pick it? What would you do if your house was blown down? Before Piglet could think, Poo answered for him. He'd come and live with me. Said Poe.

Wouldn't you pick it? for him. He'd come and live with me," said Poo.

Wouldn't you piglet?

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