“Yes,” said Tigger. “When they want to.”
“I love jumping,” said Roo. “Let’s see who can jump farthest, you or me.”
“I can,” said Tigger. “But we mustn’t stop now, or we shall be late.”
“Late for what?”
“For whatever we want to be in time for,” said Tigger, hurrying on.
In a little while they came to the Six Pine Trees.
“I can swim,” said Roo. “I fell into the river, and I swimmed. Can Tiggers swim?”
“Of course they can. Tiggers can do everything.”
“Can they climb trees better than Pooh?” asked Roo, stopping under the tallest Pine Tree, and looking up at it.
“Climbing trees is what they do best,” said Tigger. “Much better than Poohs.”
“Could they climb this one?”
“They’re always climbing trees like that,” said Tigger. “Up and down all day.”
“Oo, Tigger, are they really?”
“I’ll show you,” said Tigger bravely, “and you can sit on my back and watch me.” For of all the things which he had said Tiggers could do, the only one he felt really certain about suddenly was climbing trees.
“Oo, Tigger, oo, Tigger, oo, Tigger!” squeaked Roo excitedly.
