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is?”
    “He has gone to see his friend Pooh Bear, who is a great friend of his.”
    “But this is Me!” said Bear, very much surprised.
    “What sort of Me?”
    “Pooh Bear.”
    “Are you sure?” said Rabbit, still more surprised.
    “Quite, quite sure,” said Pooh.
    “Oh, well, then, come in.”

    So Pooh pushed and pushed and pushed his way through the hole, and at last he got in.
    “You were quite right,” said Rabbit, looking at him all over. “It is you. Glad to see you.”
    “Who did you think it was?”
    “Well, I wasn’t sure. You know how it is in the Forest. One can’t have anybody coming into one’s house. One has to be careful . What about a mouthful of something?”
    Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o’clock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and when Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,” and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “but don’t bother about the bread, please.” And for a long time after that he said nothing…until at last, humming to himself in a rather sticky voice, he got up, shook Rabbit lovingly by the paw, and said that he must be going on.
    “Must you?” said Rabbit politely.
    “Well,” said Pooh, “I could stay a little longer if it—if you—” and he tried very hard to look in the direction of the larder.
    “As a matter of fact,” said Rabbit, “I was going out myself directly.”
    “Oh, well, then, I’ll be going on. Good-bye.”
    “Well, good-bye, if you’re sure you won’t have any more.”
    “ Is there any more?” asked Pooh quickly.
    Rabbit took the covers off the dishes, and said no, there wasn’t.
    “I thought not,” said Pooh, nodding to himself. “Well, good-bye. I must be going on.”
    So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was out in the open again…and then his ears…and then his front paws…and then his shoulders…and then—

    “Oh, help!” said Pooh. “I’d better go back.”
    “Oh, bother!” said Pooh. “I shall have to go on.”
    “I can’t do either!” said Pooh. “Oh, help and bother!”
    Now by this time Rabbit wanted to go for a walk too, and finding the front door full, he went out by the back door, and came round to Pooh, and looked at him.
    “Hallo, are you stuck?” he asked.

    “N-no,” said Pooh carelessly. “Just resting and thinking and humming to myself.”
    “Here, give us a paw.”
    Pooh Bear stretched out a paw, and Rabbit pulled and pulled and pulled…
    “ Ow! ” cried Pooh. “You’re hurting!”
    “The fact is,” said Rabbit, “you’re stuck.”
    “It all comes,” said Pooh crossly, “of not having front doors big enough.”
    “It all comes,” said Rabbit sternly, “of eating too much. I thought at the time,” said Rabbit, “only I didn’t like to say anything,” said Rabbit, “that one of us was eating too much,” said Rabbit, “and I knew it wasn’t me ,” he said. “Well, well, I shall go and fetch Christopher Robin.”
    Christopher Robin lived at the other end of the Forest, and when he came back with Rabbit, and saw the front half of Pooh, he said, “Silly old Bear,” in such a loving voice that everybody felt quite hopeful again.
    “I was just beginning to think,” said Bear, sniffing slightly, “that Rabbit might never be able to use his front door again. And I should hate that,” he said.
    “So should I,” said Rabbit.
    “Use his front door again?” said Christopher Robin. “Of course he’ll use his front door again.”
    “Good,” said Rabbit.
    “If we can’t pull you out, Pooh, we might push you back.”
    Rabbit scratched his whiskers thoughtfully, and pointed out that, when once Pooh was pushed back, he was back, and of course nobody was more glad to see Pooh than he was, still there it was, some lived in trees and some