Music Welcome to Snuescast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snuescast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. If you'd like to get an email once a week with upcoming sleep stories and other news, subscribe to the snooze letter at snoozecast.com. This episode is brought to you by Bread and Honey. Tonight we'll read the next part too, Winnie the Pooh, a children's story written by AA Milne and published in 1926. This collection of short stories, features, and anthropomorphic teddy bear, Winnie the Pooh, along with his friends Christopher Robin, Piglet, Eor, Owl, Rabbit, Kanga and R Roo. In the previous episode, we read chapter 1, in which we were introduced to Winnie the Pooh and some bees, and the stories began. Pooh was all out of honey, and he thought of an idea to steal some from the bees to paraphrase poo that buzzing noise means something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's making a buzzing noise. And the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're a bee. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body. Into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. Chapter 2. which poo goes visiting and gets into a tight place. At word bear, known to his friends as Winnie the Pooh or Pooh for short, was walking through the forest one day, humming proudly to himself. He had made up a little hum that very morning as he was

doing his stoutness exercises in front of the glass. Tralala, Tralala, as he stretched up as high as he could go.

And then, Tralala, Tr tralla, oh help, la, as he tried to reach his toes. After breakfast, he had said it over and over to himself until he had learned it off by heart, and now he was humming it right through properly. It went like this. Tralala, tralala, tralala, tralala, Rum tum, tittleum tum, tittle, little, little, little, tittle, little, little, Rum tum, tittle, tum. Well, he was humming this hum to himself, and walking along Gaeli, wondering what everybody else was doing, and what it felt like being somebody else. When suddenly, he came to a sandy bank, and in the bank was a large hole. Ah-ha! said Poo from Tum Tum Mum. If I know anything about anything, that hole means rabbit. He said, and rabbit means company. He said, and company means food and listening to me humming and such like, rum tum tum tum. So he bent down, put his head into the hole and called out, is anybody at home? There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole and then silence. What I said was, is anybody at home? Called out Poo, very loudly. No, said a voice, and then added, you needn't shout so loud. I heard you quite well the first time. "'Bother,' said Poo. Isn't there anybody here at all?' "'Nobody.' Winnie the Poo took his head out of the hole and thought for a little. And he thought to himself, there must be somebody there because somebody must have said nobody. So he put his head back in the hole and said, hello rabbit, Isn't that you? No. Said Rabbit in a different sort of voice this time. But isn't that Rabbit's voice? I don't think so. Said Rabbit. It isn't meant to be. Oh, said Pooh. He took his head out of the hole and had another think. And then he put it back and said, well, could you very kindly tell me where rabbit is? He has gone to see his friend Poo Bear. Who is a great friend of his? But this is me, said Bear. Very much surprised. What sort of me? Poo bear.

Are you sure? Said rabbit, still more surprised. Quite, quite sure. Said Poo. Oh, well then, come in. So Poo pushed and pushed and pushed his way through the hole. And at last he got in. He were quite right, said Rabbit, looking at him all over. It is you. Glad to see you. Who did you think it was? Well, I wasn't sure. You know how it is in the forest. One can't have anybody coming into one's house. One has to be careful. What about a mouthful of something? Who always liked a little something at 11 o'clock in the morning? And he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mocks. And when Rabbit said, honey or condensed milk with your bread, he was so excited that he said, both, and then so as not to seem greedy, he had it, but don't bother about the bread, please. And for a long time after that, he said nothing. Until at last, humming to himself in a rather sticky voice, he got up, shook rabbit lovingly by the paw, and said that he must be going on. Must you?" said Rabbit, politely. Well, said Poo. I could stay a little longer if it, if you—and he tried very hard to look in the direction of the Larder. As a matter of fact, said Rabbit, I was going out myself directly. Oh, well then, I'll be going on. Goodbye. Well, goodbye. If you're sure you won't have anymore,, is there any more?" asked Poo quickly.

Rabbit took the covers off the dishes and said,

No, there wasn't.

I thought not, said Poo, nodding to himself.

Well, goodbye, I must be going on. So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws and pushed with his back paws. in a little while, his nose was out in the open again. And then his ears. And then his front paws. And then his shoulders. And then, Oh, help! Said Pooh, I'd better go back. Oh, bother! Said Pooh, I shall have to go on. I can't do either," said Poo. Oh, help and father. Now, by this time, Rabbit wanted to go for a walk too. finding the front door full, he went out by the back door

and came round to poo and looked at him.

Hello, are you stuck? He asked.

No, said Poo, carelessly, just resting and thinking and humming to myself. Here, give us a paw. Poo bear stretched out a paw and rabbit pulled and pulled and pulled. Oh, Crite Poo, you're hurting. The fact is said Rabbit, you're stuck. It all comes," said Poo crossly, of not having front doors big enough. It all comes," said Rabbit sternly, of eating too much. I thought at the time, said Rabbit. Only I didn't like to say anything," said Rabbit. "'That one of us was eating too much,' said Rabbit. "'And I know it wasn't me,' he said. "'Well, well, I shall go and fetch Christopher Robin.'" And for Robin, lived at the other end of the Forrest. And when he came back with rabbit and saw the front half of poo, he said, silly hope bear in such a loving voice that everybody felt quite hopeful again.

I wish... Bear in such a loving voice that everybody felt quite hopeful again. I was just beginning to think, said Bear, sniffing slightly, that rabbit might never be able to use his front door again. And I should hate that," he said. "'So should I,' said Rabbit. "'Use his front door again,' said Christopher Robin. Of course he'll use his front door again. "'Good,' said Rabbit. If we can't pull you you out poo, we might push you back. Rabbit scratched his whiskers thoughtfully and pointed out that when once poo was pushed back. He was back. And of course nobody was more glad to see Poo was pushed back, he was back.

And of course nobody was more glad to see Poo than he was. Still there it was. Some lived in trees and some lived underground and you mean I'd never get out? Said Poo. I mean," said Rabbit, that having got so far, it seems a pity to waste it.' Christopher Robyn nodded. "'Then there's only one thing to be done,' he said. "'We shall have to wait for you to get thin again. How long does getting thin take? As poo, anxiously. About a week, I should think. But I can't stay here for a week. You can stay here all right, silly old bear. It's getting you out, which is so difficult. We'll reach to you," said Rabbit, cheerfully. "'And I hope it won't snow,' he added. And I say, old fellow, "'you're taking up a good deal of room in my house. Do you mind if I use your back legs as a towel horse? Because I mean, there they are, doing nothing, and it would be very convenient just to hang the towels on them. A weak, said poo gloomily. What about meals? I'm afraid no meals," said Christopher Robin, because of getting thin quicker, but we will read to you, bear began to sigh, and then found he couldn't because he was so tightly stuck. And a tear rolled down his eye, as he said, then would you read a sustaining book, such as would help and comfort a wedged bear in great tightness? So for a week, Christopher Robyn read that sort of book at the north end of Poo, and rabbit hung his washing on the south end.

And in. at the north end of Poo, and rabbit hung his washing on the south end, and in between bear felt himself getting slenderer and slenderer. And at the end of the week Christopher Robin said, Now! So he took hold of Pooh's front paws, and Rabbit took hold of Christopher Robin, and all Rabbit's friends and relations took hold of Rabbit, and they all pulled together. And for a long time, Poo only said, oh, and oh. And then all of a sudden he said, pop, just as if a cork were coming out of a sudden he said, POP! Just as if a cork were coming out of a bottle. And Christopher Robin and Rabbit and all rabbits, friends and relations went head over heels backwards and on the top of them came Winnie the Pooh.

Free! went head over heels backwards, and on the top of them came Winnie the Pooh, free. So, with a nod of thanks to his friends, he went on with his walk through the forest, humming proudly to himself. But Christ of Forraub Robin looked after him lovingly and set to himself, silly old bear. Chapter 3 In which poo and piglet go hunting and nearly catch a wuzzle. The piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beach tree. And the beach tree was in the middle of a forest. And the piglet lived in the middle of the house. Next to his house was a piece of broken board which had trespassers W on it. When Christopher Robin asked the piglet what it meant, he said it was his grandfather's name and had been in the family for a long time. Christopher Robin said you couldn't be called Trespassers W and Piglet said yes you could because his grandfather was and it was short for Trespassers Will which was short for Trespass's will, which was short for Trespasser's william. And his grandfather had had two names in case he lost one. Trespasser's after an uncle and william after Trespasser's. I've got two names. Said Christopher Robin. Carelessly.

Well, there you are. That proves it," said Piglet. One fine winter's day, when Piglet was brushing away the snow in front of his house. happened happened to look up, and there was Winnie the Pooh. Pooh was walking round and round in a circle, thinking of something else, and went piglet called to him. He just went on walking. Hello said Piglet. What are you doing? Hunting said poo. Hunting what? Tracking something said Winnie the poo very mysteriously. Tracking what?" said Piglet, coming closer. That's just what I ask myself. I ask myself, what? What do you think you'll answer? I shall have to wait until I catch up with it," said Winnie the Pooh. Now, look there. He pointed to the ground in front of him. What do you see there? Tracks, said Piglet. POM-marks. He gave a little squeak of excitement. Oh, Poo! Do you think it's a... A... A woozle? It may be. Said Poo. Sometimes it is. And sometimes it isn't. You never can tell with Paul Marks. With these few words, he went on tracking and piglet after watching him for a minute or two ran after him. Many the poo had come to a sudden stop and was bending over the tracks in a puzzled sort of way, what's the matter? As picklet, it's a very funny thing said bear, but there seemed to be two animals now this whatever it was has been joined by another whatever it is and the two of them are now proceeding in company would you mind coming with Piglet, in case they turn out to be hostile animals? Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way and said that he had nothing to do until Friday and would be delighted to come in case it really was a

woozle. You mean in case it really is two woozles said Winnie the Pooh and Piglet said that anyhow he had nothing to do until Friday. So all they went together.

There was a small wood of large trees just here, and it seemed as if the two woozzles, if that is what they were, had been going round this wood. So round this wood went poo and piglet after them. Piglet passing the time by telling poo what his grandfather, Trespasser's W, had done to remove stiffness after tracking. And how his grandfather, trespassers W, had suffered in his later years from shortness of breath and other matters of interest. And who wondering what a grandfather was like? And if perhaps this was two grandfathers, they were after now. And if so, whether he would be allowed to take one home and keep it, and what Christopher Robin would say, and still the tracks went on in front of them.

Suddenly, Winnie the Pooh stopped and pointed excitedly in front of him. Look!

What?

Said Piglet.

With a jump.

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