Pooh looked at his two paws.
He knew that one of them was the right,
and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right,
then the other was the left,
but he never could remember how to begin.
In a short time, Rabbit returned with Christopher Robin.
"Cheer up, Pooh Bear. We'll get you out." Christopher Robin took hold of Pooh,
and Rabbit took hold of Christopher Robin.
And on the count of three, the pulled as hard as they could.
But pooh wouldn't budge.
"It's no use. I'm stuck."
Christopher Robin shook his head.
"Pooh Bear, there's only one thing to do
wait for you to get thin again."
"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever.
Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought for a little.
"How old shall I be then?"
"I promise," he said.
Rabbit said, "Honey or condensed milk with your bread?"
Pooh 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."
"Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!" said Piglet, feeling him.
Eeyore shook himself,
and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happens
when you have been inside a river for quite a long time.
"You seem so sad, Eeyore."
"Sad? Why should I be sad?
It's my birthday. The happiest day of the year."
"Your birthday?" said Pooh in great surprise.
"Of course it is. Can't you see?
Look at all the presents I have had."
He waved a foot from side to side.
"Look at the birthday cake. Candles and pink sugar."
Pooh looked -- first to the right and then to the left.
"Presents?" said Pooh.
"Birthday cake?" said Pooh. "Where?"
"Can't you see them?"
"No," said Pooh.
"Neither can I," said Eeyore. "Joke," he explained.