as they were finishing dinner that Christopher Robin put his head in at the door.
“Where’s Pooh” he asked.
“Tigger dear, where’s Pooh?” said Kanga. Tigger explained what had happened at the same time that Roo was explaining about his Biscuit Cough and Kanga was telling them not both to talk at once, so it was some time before Christopher Robin guessed that Pooh and Piglet and Rabbit were all lost in the mist on the top of the Forest.
“It’s a funny thing about Tiggers,” whispered Tigger to Roo, “how Tiggers never get lost.”
“Why don’t they, Tigger?”
“They just don’t,” explained Tigger. “That’s how it is.”
“Well,” said Christopher Robin, “we shall have to go and find them, that’s all. Come on, Tigger.”
“I shall have to go and find them,” explained Tigger to Roo.
“May I find them too?” asked Roo eagerly.
“I think not today, dear,” said Kanga. “Another day.”
“Well, if they’re lost tomorrow, may I find them?”
“We’ll see,” said Kanga, and Roo, who knew what that meant, went into a corner, and practised jumping out at himself, partly because he wanted to practise this, and partly because he didn’t want Christo-
