Then he put the paper in the bottle, and he corked the bottle up as tightly as he could, and he leant out of his window without falling in, and he threw the bottle as far as he could throw—splash!—and in a little while it bobbed up again on the water; and he watched it floating slowly away in the distance, until his eyes ached with looking, and sometimes he thought it was the bottle, and sometimes he thought it was just a ripple on the water which he was following, and then suddenly he knew that he would never see it again and that he had done all that he could do to save himself.
"So now," he thought, "somebody else will have to do something, and I hope they do it soon, because if they don't I shall have to swim, which I can't, so I hope they do soon." And then he gave a very long sigh and said, "I wish Pooh were here. It's so much more friendly with two."
