{"product_id":"winniethepooh-isbn-9780593320044","title":"Winnie-the-Pooh","description":"\u003cb\u003eA gorgeous, full-color, illustrated hardcover edition of one of the most beloved children's classics in literature\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe iconic adventures of Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh, and their animal friends—Piglet, Kanga and Roo, Owl, Rabbit, Tigger, and Eeyore—have delighted generations of children. In this beautiful edition of the first book that introduced those beloved characters, each of Ernest H. Shepard's classic original illustrations has been meticulously hand painted. Bright in color and elegant in design, this lovely volume of Milne's classic tales welcomes friends old and new into the most enchanted of places, the Hundred Acre Wood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEveryman's Library pursues the highest production standards, printing on acid-free cream-colored paper, with full-cloth cases with two-color foil stamping, decorative endpapers, silk ribbon markers, and European-style half-round spines.A. A. MILNE (1882–1956) was born in England. He studied at Cambridge but left school in 1903 to write, soon supporting himself on his earnings as an editor at \u003ci\u003ePunch\u003c\/i\u003e magazine and as a playwright. His son Christopher Robin Milne was born in 1920. Christopher's toy bear, pig, donkey, tiger, and kangaroo inspired the famous Pooh books. Milne also wrote plays, a novel, his autobiography, and political nonfiction, although he is best remembered for \u003ci\u003eWinnie-the-Pooh, The House at Pooh Corner, When We Were Very Young\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eNow We Are Six\u003c\/i\u003e.CHAPTER ONE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IN WHICH we are introduced to\u003cbr\u003e Winnie-the-Pooh and some Bees,\u003cbr\u003e and the stories begin\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e HERE IS EDWARD BEAR, coming downstairs now,\u003cbr\u003e bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind\u003cbr\u003e Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way\u003cbr\u003e of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there\u003cbr\u003e really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a\u003cbr\u003e moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps\u003cbr\u003e there isn’t. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to\u003cbr\u003e be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going\u003cbr\u003e to say, ‘But I thought he was a boy?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘So did I,’ said Christopher Robin.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Then you can’t call him Winnie?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I don’t.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘But you said—’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘He’s Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don’t you know what “\u003ci\u003ether\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cbr\u003e means?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Ah, yes, now I do,’ I said quickly; and I hope you do too,\u003cbr\u003e because it is all the explanation you are going to get.\u003cbr\u003e Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort\u003cbr\u003e when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to\u003cbr\u003e sit quietly in front of the fi re and listen to a story. This\u003cbr\u003e evening –\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘What about a story?’ said Christopher Robin.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘\u003ci\u003eWhat \u003c\/i\u003eabout a story?’ I said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I suppose I could,’ I said. ‘What sort of stories does he\u003cbr\u003e like?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘About himself. Because he’s \u003ci\u003ethat \u003c\/i\u003esort of Bear.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Oh, I see.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘So could you very sweetly?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I’ll try,’ I said. So I tried.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e * * *\u003cbr\u003e Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last\u003cbr\u003e Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself\u003cbr\u003e under the name of Sanders.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e (\u003ci\u003e‘What does “under the name” mean?’ asked Christopher\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eRobin.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e‘It means he had the name over the door in gold letters and\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003elived under it.’\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e‘Winnie-the-Pooh wasn’t quite sure,’ said Christopher Robin.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e‘Now I am,’ said a growly voice.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e‘Then I will go on,’ said I.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e One day when he was out walking, he came to an open\u003cbr\u003e place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this\u003cbr\u003e place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree,\u003cbr\u003e there came a loud buzzing-noise.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put\u003cbr\u003e his head between his paws, and began to think.\u003cbr\u003e First of all he said to himself: ‘That buzzing-noise\u003cbr\u003e means something. You don’t get a buzzing-noise like that,\u003cbr\u003e just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something.\u003cbr\u003e If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise,\u003cbr\u003e and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI \u003c\/i\u003eknow of is because you’re a bee.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Then he thought another long time, and said: ‘And the\u003cbr\u003e only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.’\u003cbr\u003e And then he got up, and said: ‘And the only reason for\u003cbr\u003e making honey is so as \u003ci\u003eI \u003c\/i\u003ecan eat it.’ So he began to climb\u003cbr\u003e the tree.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he\u003cbr\u003e climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this:\u003cbr\u003e Isn’t it funny\u003cbr\u003e How a bear likes honey?\u003cbr\u003e Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!\u003cbr\u003e I wonder why he does?\u003cbr\u003e Then he climbed a little further .. . and a little further …\u003cbr\u003e and then just a little further. By that time he had thought\u003cbr\u003e of another song.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It’s a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,\u003cbr\u003e They’d build their nests at the \u003ci\u003ebottom \u003c\/i\u003eof trees.\u003cbr\u003e And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),\u003cbr\u003e We shouldn’t have to climb up all these stairs.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why\u003cbr\u003e he sang a Complaining Song. He was nearly there now,\u003cbr\u003e and if he just stood on that branch . . .\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eCrack!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Oh, help!’ said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on to the\u003cbr\u003e branch below him.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘If only I hadn’t—’ he said, as he bounced twenty feet\u003cbr\u003e on to the next branch.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘You see, what \u003ci\u003eI meant \u003c\/i\u003eto do,’ he explained, as he turned\u003cbr\u003e head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty\u003cbr\u003e feet below, ‘what I \u003ci\u003emeant \u003c\/i\u003eto do—’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Of course, it \u003ci\u003ewas \u003c\/i\u003erather—’ he admitted, as he slithered\u003cbr\u003e very quickly through the next six branches.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘It all comes, I suppose,’ he decided, as he said goodbye\u003cbr\u003e to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew\u003cbr\u003e gracefully into a gorse-bush, ‘it all comes of \u003ci\u003eliking \u003c\/i\u003ehoney so\u003cbr\u003e much. Oh, help!’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose,\u003cbr\u003e and began to think again. And the first person he thought of\u003cbr\u003e was Christopher Robin.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e (\u003ci\u003e‘Was that me?’ said\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eChristopher Robin in an awed voice,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003ehardly daring to believe it.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e‘That was you.’\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eChristopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003elarger, and his face got pinker and pinker.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the Forest.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Good morning, Christopher Robin,’ he said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Good morning, Winnie-\u003ci\u003ether\u003c\/i\u003e-Pooh,’ said you.\u003cbr\u003e ‘I wonder if you’ve got such a thing as a balloon about you?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘A balloon?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Yes, I just said to myself coming along: “I wonder if\u003cbr\u003e Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about\u003cbr\u003e him?” I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and\u003cbr\u003e wondering.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘What do you want a balloon for?’ you said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was\u003cbr\u003e listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep\u003cbr\u003e whisper: ‘\u003ci\u003eHoney!\u003c\/i\u003e’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘But you don’t get honey with balloons!’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘\u003ci\u003eI \u003c\/i\u003edo,’ said Pooh.\u003cbr\u003e Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the\u003cbr\u003e day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had\u003cbr\u003e balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and\u003cbr\u003e one of Rabbit’s relations had had a big blue one, and had\u003cbr\u003e left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all;\u003cbr\u003e and so you had brought the green one \u003ci\u003eand \u003c\/i\u003ethe blue one\u003cbr\u003e home with you.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Which one would you like?’ you asked Pooh.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He put his head between his paws and thought very\u003cbr\u003e carefully.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘It’s like this,’ he said. ‘When you go after honey with a\u003cbr\u003e balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you’re\u003cbr\u003e coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might\u003cbr\u003e think you were only part of the tree, and not notice you,\u003cbr\u003e and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were\u003cbr\u003e only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question\u003cbr\u003e is: Which is most likely?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Wouldn’t they notice \u003ci\u003eyou \u003c\/i\u003eunderneath the balloon?’ you\u003cbr\u003e asked.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘They might or they might not,’ said Winnie-the-Pooh.\u003cbr\u003e ‘You never can tell with bees.’ He thought for a moment\u003cbr\u003e and said: ‘I shall try to look like a small black cloud. That\u003cbr\u003e will deceive them.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Then you had better have the blue balloon,’ you said;\u003cbr\u003e and so it was decided.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you\u003cbr\u003e took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did,\u003cbr\u003e and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he\u003cbr\u003e knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over;\u003cbr\u003e and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big,\u003cbr\u003e and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you\u003cbr\u003e let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear fl oated gracefully up into\u003cbr\u003e the sky, and stayed there – level with the top of the tree\u003cbr\u003e and about twenty feet away from it.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Hooray!’ you shouted.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Isn’t that fine?’ shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you.\u003cbr\u003e ‘What do I look like?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘You look like a bear holding on to a balloon,’ you said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Not,’ said Pooh anxiously, ‘—not like a small black\u003cbr\u003e cloud in a blue sky?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Not very much.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And,\u003cbr\u003e as I say, you never can tell with bees.’\u003cbr\u003e There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree so\u003cbr\u003e there he stayed. He could see the honey, he could smell\u003cbr\u003e the honey, but he couldn’t quite reach the honey.\u003cbr\u003e After a little while he called down to you.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Christopher Robin!’ he said in a loud whisper.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Hallo!’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I think the bees \u003ci\u003esuspect \u003c\/i\u003esomething!’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘What sort of thing?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I don’t know. But something tells me that they’re\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003esuspicious\u003c\/i\u003e!’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Perhaps they think that you’re after their honey?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘It may be that. You never can tell with bees.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e There was another little silence, and then he called\u003cbr\u003e down to you again.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Christopher Robin!’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Yes?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Have you an umbrella in your house?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘I think so.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and\u003cbr\u003e down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and\u003cbr\u003e say “Tut-tut, it looks like rain.” I think, if you did that, it\u003cbr\u003e would help the deception which we are practising on these\u003cbr\u003e bees.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Well, you laughed to yourself, ‘Silly old Bear!’ but you\u003cbr\u003e didn’t say it aloud because you were so fond of him, and\u003cbr\u003e you went home for your umbrella.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Oh, there you are!’ called down Winnie-the-Pooh, as\u003cbr\u003e soon as you got back to the tree. ‘I was beginning to get\u003cbr\u003e anxious. I have discovered that the bees are now definitely\u003cbr\u003e Suspicious.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Shall I put my umbrella up?’ you said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Yes, but wait a moment. We must be practical. The\u003cbr\u003e important bee to deceive is the Queen Bee. Can you see\u003cbr\u003e which is the Queen Bee from down there?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘No.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘A pity. Well, now, if you walk up and down with your\u003cbr\u003e umbrella, saying, “Tut-tut, it looks like rain,” I shall do\u003cbr\u003e what I can by singing a little Cloud Song, such as a cloud\u003cbr\u003e might sing . . . Go!’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it\u003cbr\u003e would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh sang this song:\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e How sweet to be a Cloud\u003cbr\u003e Floating in the Blue!\u003cbr\u003e Every little cloud\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eAlways \u003c\/i\u003esings aloud.\u003cbr\u003e How sweet to be a Cloud\u003cbr\u003e Floating in the Blue!\u003cbr\u003e It makes him very proud\u003cbr\u003e To be a little cloud.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever.\u003cbr\u003e Some of them, indeed, left their nests and flew all round\u003cbr\u003e the cloud as it began the second verse of this song, and\u003cbr\u003e one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment,\u003cbr\u003e and then got up again.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Christopher – \u003ci\u003eow\u003c\/i\u003e! – Robin,’ called out the cloud.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Yes?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very\u003cbr\u003e important decision. \u003ci\u003eThese are the wrong sort of bees\u003c\/i\u003e.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Are they?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would\u003cbr\u003e make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn’t you?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Would they?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Yes. So I think I shall come down.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘How?’ asked you.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Winnie-the-Pooh hadn’t thought about this. If he let go\u003cbr\u003e of the string, he would fall – \u003ci\u003ebump \u003c\/i\u003e– and he didn’t like the\u003cbr\u003e idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he\u003cbr\u003e said:\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with\u003cbr\u003e your gun. Have you got your gun?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Of course I have,’ you said. ‘But if I do that, it will spoil\u003cbr\u003e the balloon,’ you said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘But if you \u003ci\u003edon’t\u003c\/i\u003e,’ said Pooh, ‘I shall have to let go, and\u003cbr\u003e that would spoil \u003ci\u003eme\u003c\/i\u003e.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you\u003cbr\u003e aimed very carefully at the balloon, and fired.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘\u003ci\u003eOw!\u003c\/i\u003e’ said Pooh.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Did I miss?’ you asked.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘You didn’t exactly \u003ci\u003emiss\u003c\/i\u003e,’ said Pooh, ‘but you missed the\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eballoon\u003c\/i\u003e.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I’m so sorry,’ you said, and you fired again, and this\u003cbr\u003e time you hit the balloon, and the air came slowly out, and\u003cbr\u003e Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But his arms were so stiff from holding on to the string\u003cbr\u003e of the balloon all that time that they stayed up straight in\u003cbr\u003e the air for more than a week, and whenever a fly came and\u003cbr\u003e settled on his nose he had to blow it off. And I think – but\u003cbr\u003e I am not sure – that \u003ci\u003ethat \u003c\/i\u003eis why he was always called Pooh.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Is that the end of the story?’ asked Christopher Robin.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘That’s the end of that one. There are others.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘About Pooh and Me?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘And Piglet and Rabbit and all of you. Don’t you\u003cbr\u003e remember?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I do remember, and then when I try to remember,\u003cbr\u003e I forget.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘That day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the\u003cbr\u003e Heffalump—’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘They didn’t catch it, did they?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘No.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Pooh couldn’t because he hasn’t any brain. Did \u003ci\u003eI\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e catch it?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Well, that comes into the story.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Christopher Robin nodded.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I do remember,’ he said, ‘only Pooh doesn’t very well,\u003cbr\u003e so that’s why he likes having it told to him again. Because\u003cbr\u003e then it’s a real story and not just a remembering.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘That’s just how \u003ci\u003eI \u003c\/i\u003efeel,’ I said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh, picked his Bear\u003cbr\u003e up by the leg, and walked off to the door, trailing Pooh\u003cbr\u003e behind him. At the door he turned and said, ‘Coming to\u003cbr\u003e see me have my bath?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I might,’ I said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘I didn’t hurt him when I shot him, did I?’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ‘Not a bit.’\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard\u003cbr\u003e Winnie-the-Pooh – \u003ci\u003ebump\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ebump\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ebump \u003c\/i\u003e– going up the stairs\u003cbr\u003e behind him.","brand":"Everyman's Library","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305482178789,"sku":"NP9780593320044","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593320044.jpg?v=1767744378","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/winniethepooh-isbn-9780593320044","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}