“And where was Tigger?” asked Rabbit.
Before Eeyore could answer, there was a loud noise behind them, and through the hedge came Tigger himself.
“Hallo, everybody,” said Tigger cheerfully.
“Hallo, Tigger,” said Roo.
Rabbit became very important suddenly.
“Tigger,” he said solemnly, “what happened just now?”
“Just when?” said Tigger a little uncomfortably.
“When you bounced Eeyore into the river.”
“I didn’t bounce him.”
“You bounced me,” said Eeyore gruffly.
“I didn’t really. I had a cough, and I happened to be behind Eeyore, and I said ‘Grrrr—oppp—ptschschschz.’”
“Why?” said Rabbit, helping Piglet up, and dusting him. “It’s all right, Piglet.”
“It took me by surprise,” said Piglet nervously.
“That’s what I call bouncing,” said Eeyore. “Taking people by surprise. Very unpleasant habit. I don’t mind Tigger being in the Forest,” he went on, “because it’s a large Forest, and there’s plenty of room to bounce in it. But I don’t see why he should come into my little corner of it, and bounce there. It isn’t as if there was anything very wonderful about my little corner. Of course for people who like cold, wet, ugly bits it is something rather
