One Has to Be Careful

Well, he was humming this hum to himself, and walking along gaily, 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. Aha! said Pooh. (Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum.) 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-tiddle-um. 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 Pooh very loudly. No! said a voice; and then added, You neednt shout so loud. I heard you quite well the first time. Bother! said Pooh. Isnt there anybody here at all? Nobody. Winnie-the-Pooh 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: Hallo, Rabbit, isnt that you? No, said Rabbit, in a different sort of voice this time. But isnt that Rabbits voice? I dont think so, said Rabbit. It isnt 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 Pooh Bear, who is a great friend of his. But this is Me! said Bear, very much surprised. What sort of Me? Pooh Bear. Are you sure? said Rabbit, still more surprised. Quite, quite sure, said Pooh. Oh, well, then, come in. So Pooh pushed and pushed and pushed his way through the hole, and at last he got in. You 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 wasnt sure. You know how it is in the Forest. One cant have anybody coming into ones house. One has to be careful. What about a mouthful of something? Pooh always liked a little something at eleven oclock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; 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 added, But dont 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 Pooh, I could stay a little longer if itif 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, Ill be going on. Good-bye. Well, good-bye, if youre sure you wont have any more. Is there any more? asked Pooh quickly. Rabbit took the covers off the dishes, and said, No, there wasnt. I thought not, said Pooh, nodding to himself. Well, good-bye. I must be going on. The Hundred Acre Woods resident Virgo (affectionate). The scent of neat rows and polite refusals: toasted oats and clover honey, crushed lemon verbena, wild carrot leaf, and white tea poured with exacting care. A dab of condensed milk on a clean spoon, a faint rustle of vetiver, and a courteous cough to suggest that your visit has gone on quite long enough.