then I shall say—and this is a very good idea, Piglet, which I’ve just thought of—I shall say: ‘It’s a trap for a Heffalump which I’ve made, and I’m waiting for the Heffalump to fall in.’ And I shall go on humming. That will Unsettle him.”
“Pooh!” cried Piglet, and now it was his turn to be the admiring one. “You’ve saved us!”
“Have I?” said Pooh, not feeling quite sure.
But Piglet was quite sure; and his mind ran on, and he saw Pooh and the Heffalump talking to each other, and he thought suddenly, and a little sadly, that it would have been rather nice if it had been Piglet and the Heffalump talking so grandly to each other, and not Pooh, much as he loved Pooh; because he really had more brain than Pooh, and the conversation would go better if he and not Pooh were doing one side of it, and it would be comforting afterwards in the evenings to look back on the day when he answered a Heffalump back as bravely as if the Heffalump wasn’t there. It seemed so easy now. He knew just what he would say:
Heffalump (gloatingly): “Ho-ho!”
Piglet (carelessly): “Tra-la-la, tra-la-la.”
Heffalump (surprised, and not quite so sure of himself): “Ho-ho!”
Piglet (more carelessly still): "Tiddle-um-tum, tiddle-um-tum.”
Heffalump (beginning to say Ho-ho and turning
