as to seem quite at ease he hummed Tiddely-pom once or twice in a what-shall-we-do-now kind of way.
“You're sure it was a house?” said Pooh. “I mean, you're sure the house was just here?”
“Of course I am,” said Eeyore. And he murmured to himself, “No brain at all some of them.”
“Why, what’s the matter, Pooh?” asked Christopher Robin.
“Well,” said Pooh. . . . “The fact is,” said Pooh . . . “Well, the fact is,” said Pooh . . . “You see,” said Pooh. . . . “It's like this,” said Pooh, and something seemed to tell him that he wasn’t explaining very well, and he nudged Piglet again.
“It's like this,” said Piglet quickly. . . . “Only warmer,” he added after deep thought.
“What’s warmer?”
“The other side of the wood, where Eeyore's house is.”
“My house?” said Eeyore. “My house was here.”
“No,” said Piglet firmly. “The other side of the wood.”
“Because of being warmer,” said Pooh.
“But I ought to know———”
“Come and look,” said Piglet simply, and he led the way.
“There wouldn’t be two houses,” said Pooh. “Not so close together,”
