“Come along,” called Christopher Robin. “You’ll be all right.”
“Just wait a moment,” said Tigger nervously. “Small piece of bark in my eye.” And he moved slowly along his branch.
“Come on, it’s easy!” squeaked Roo. And suddenly Tigger found how easy it was.
“Ow!” he shouted as the tree flew past him.
“Look out!” cried Christopher Robin to the others.
There was a crash, and a tearing noise, and a confused heap of everybody on the ground.
Christopher Robin and Pooh and Piglet picked themselves up first, and then they picked Tigger up, and underneath everybody else was Eeyore.
“Oh, Eeyore!” cried Christopher Robin. “Are you hurt?” And he felt him rather anxiously, and dusted him and helped him to stand up again.
Eeyore said nothing for a long time. And then he said: “Is Tigger there?”
Tigger was there, feeling Bouncy again already.
“Yes,” said Christopher Robin. “Tigger’s here.”
“Well, just thank him for me,” said Eeyore.
