and trotted along, smelling them, and feeling very happy, until he came to the place where Eeyore was.
“Oh, Eeyore,” began Piglet a little nervously, because Eeyore was busy.
Eeyore put out a paw and waved him away.
“Tomorrow,” said Eeyore. “Or the next day.”
Piglet came a little closer to see what it was. Eeyore had three sticks on the ground, and was looking at them. Two of the sticks were touching at one end, but not at the other, and the third stick was laid across them. Piglet thought that perhaps it was a Trap of some kind.
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“Oh, Eeyore,” he began again, “just———”
“Is that little Piglet?” said Eeyore, still looking hard at his sticks.
“Yes, Eeyore, and I———”
“Do you know what this is?”
“No,” said Piglet.
“It’s an A.”
“Oh,” said Piglet.
