importantly, “I promised Christopher Robin I'd Organize a Search for him, so come on.”
Pooh said good-bye affectionately to his fourteen pots of honey, and hoped they were fifteen; and he and Rabbit went out into the Forest.
“Now,” said Rabbit, “this is a Search, and I’ve Organized it⸺”
“Done what to it?” said Pooh.
“Organized it. Which means—well, it’s what you do to a Search, when you don’t all look in the same place at once. So I want you, Pooh, to search by the Six Pine Trees first, and then work your way towards Owl’s House, and look out for me there. Do you see?”’
“No,” said Pooh. “What⸺”
“Then I'll see you at Owl’s House in about an hour’s time.”
“Is Piglet organdized too?”’
“We all are,” said Rabbit, and off he went.
As soon as Rabbit was out of sight, Pooh remembered that he had forgotten to ask who Small was, and whether he was the sort of friend-and-relation who settled on one’s nose, or the sort who got trodden on by mistake, and as it was Too Late Now, he thought he would begin the Hunt by looking for Piglet, and asking him what they were looking for before he looked for it.
