up to Pooh and felt much braver, and said, “So you’re Tigger? Well, well!” in a careless sort of voice. But Tigger said nothing because his mouth was full of haycorns. . . .
After a long munching noise he said:
“Ee-ers o i a-ors.”
And when Pooh and Piglet said “What?” he said “Skoos ee,” and went outside for a moment.
When he came back he said firmly:
“Tiggers don’t like haycorns.”
“But you said they liked everything except honey,” said Pooh.
“Everything except honey and haycorns,” explained Tigger.
When he heard this Pooh said, “Oh, I see!” and Piglet, who was rather glad that Tiggers didn’t like haycorns, said, “What about thistles?”
“Thistles,” said Tigger, “is what Tiggers like best.”
“Then let’s go along and see Eeyore,” said Piglet. So the three of them went; and after they had walked and walked and walked, they came to the part of the Forest where Eeyore was.
“Hallo, Eeyore!” said Pooh. “This is Tigger.”
“What is?” said Eeyore.
“This,” explained Pooh and Piglet together, and Tigger smiled his happiest smile and said nothing.
