“And it’s no good looking at the Six Pine Trees for Piglet,” said Pooh to himself, ‘“because he’s been organdized in a special place of his own. So I shall have to look for the Special Place first. I wonder where it is.” And he wrote it down in his head like this:
ORDER OF LOOKING FOR THINGS
| 1. Special Place. | (To find Piglet.) |
| 2. Piglet. | (To find who Small is.) |
| 3. Small. | (To find Small.) |
| 4. Rabbit. | (To tell him I’ve found Small.) |
| 5. Small Again. | (To tell him I’ve found Rabbit.) |
“Which makes it look like a bothering sort of day,” thought Pooh, as he stumped along.
The next moment the day became very bothering indeed, because Pooh was so busy not looking where he was going that he stepped on a piece of the Forest which had been left out by mistake; and he only just had time to think to himself: “I’m flying. What Owl does. I wonder how you stop———” when he stopped.
Bump!
“Ow!” squeaked something.
“That’s funny,” thought Pooh. “I said ‘Ow!’ without really oo’ing.”
“Help!” said a small, high voice.
