![]() ![]() But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing. "Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I-if I'm not quite-" he stopped and tried again- "Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?" "Understand what?" "Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. ![]() ![]() Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt Pooh's paw. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. Not even when I'm a hundred." Pooh thought for a little. "Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. So, in a little while, they came to the house which Eeyore had found, and just before they came to it, Piglet was nudging Pooh, and Pooh was nudging Piglet, and they were saying, 'It is' and 'It can't be' and 'It's really' to each other 'There' said Eeyore proudly, stopping them outside Piglet's house. I promise I will be Pooh." "That's good," said Pooh. "Pooh, when I'm-you know-when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?" "Just me?" "Yes, Pooh." "Will you be here too?" "Yes Pooh, I will be really. "Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully. They don't let you." Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again. "When I'm-when-Pooh!" "Yes, Christopher Robin?" "I'm not going to do Nothing any more." "Never again?" "Well, not so much. “Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called out "Pooh!" "Yes?" said Pooh. ![]()
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