INTRODUCTION
Ifyouhappento
har
havereadanotherbookaboutChristopherRobin,youkan
mayrememberthatheoncehaden
aswan(ortheswanhadChristopherRobin,Idon'tved
knowwhich)andthatheplejede
usedtocallthisswanPooh.At
Thatwasalongtimesiden
ago,andwhenwesaidgood-bye,wetog
tookthenamewithus,aswedidn'ttroede
thinktheswanwouldwantitanymere
more.Well,whenEdwardBearsaidthathe
ville
wouldlikeanexcitingnamealltohimself,ChristopherRobinsaidatonce,uden
withoutstoppingtothink,thathewasWinnie-the-Pooh.Og
Andhewas.So,asI
har
haveexplainedthePoohpart,Ivil
willnowexplaintherestofit.Youcan'tbeinLondonfor
længe
longwithoutgoingtotheZoo.Thereare
nogle
somepeoplewhobegintheZooatthebeginning,calledWAYIN,og
andwalkasquicklyastheykan
canpasteverycageuntiltheykommer
gettotheonecalledWAYOUT,men
butthenicestpeoplegostraighttotheanimaltheyelsker
lovethemost,andstaythere.So
når
whenChristopherRobingoestotheZoo,hegår
goestowherethePolarBearsare,og
andhewhisperssomethingtothethirdkeeperfromtheleft,og
anddoorsareunlocked,andwewandergennem
throughdarkpassagesandupsteepstairs,indtil
untilatlastwecometothespecialcage,og
andthecageisopened,og
andouttrotssomethingbrownog
andfurry,andwithahappycryof"Oh,Bear!"ChristopherRobinrushesintoitsarms.
Now
denne
thisbear'snameisWinnie,hvor
whichshowswhatagoodnavn
nameforbearsitis,men
butthefunnythingisat
thatwecan'trememberwhetherWinnieiscalledefter
afterPooh,orPoohafterWinnie.Wedid
vidste
knowonce,butwehaveforgotten....I
havde
hadwrittenasfarasdette
thiswhenPigletlookedupog
andsaidinhissqueakyvoice,"WhataboutMe?""My
kære
dearPiglet,"Isaid,"thewholebogen
bookisaboutyou.""Soitis
om
aboutPooh,"hesqueaked.You
se
seewhatitis.Heisjealous
fordi
becausehethinksPoohishar
havingaGrandIntroductionalltohimself.Poohisthefavourite,of
selvfølgelig
course,there'snodenyingit,men
butPigletcomesinforagoodmange
manythingswhichPoohmisses;becauseyoucan't
tage
takePoohtoschoolwithoutalle
everybodyknowingit,butPigletissolille
smallthatheslipsintoen
apocket,whereitismeget
verycomfortingtofeelhimnår
whenyouarenotquitesikker
surewhethertwicesevenistwelveeller
ortwenty-two.Sometimesheslips
ud
outandhasagoodkig
lookintheink-pot,andindenne
thiswayhehasgotmere
moreeducationthanPooh,butPoohdoesn'tnoget imod
mind.Somehavebrains,and
nogle
somehaven't,hesays,andder
thereitis.Andnow
alle
alltheothersaresaying,"WhataboutUs?"So
måske
perhapsthebestthingtogøre
doistostopwritingIntroductionsog
andgetonwiththebogen
book.CHAPTERI
INWHICHWEAREINTRODUCEDTOWINNIE-THE-POOH
Og
ANDSOMEBEES,ANDTHESTORIESBEGINHer
HereisEdwardBear,comingdownstairsnu
now,bump,bump,bump,onthebagsiden
backofhishead,behindChristopherRobin.It
er
is,asfarasheved
knows,theonlywayofkomme
comingdownstairs,butsometimesheføler
feelsthattherereallyisanothermåde
way,ifonlyhecouldstopbumpingforaøjeblik
momentandthinkofit.Og
Andthenhefeelsthatmåske
perhapsthereisn't.Anyhow,hereheisatthebottom,and
klar
readytobeintroducedtoyou.Winnie-the-Pooh.
Da
WhenIfirstheardhisnavn
name,Isaid,justasyouaregoingtosige
say,"ButIthoughthewasen
aboy?"SodidI,"
sagde
saidChristopherRobin.Thenyoucan't
kalde
callhimWinnie?"Idon't."
Men
Butyousaid——".He'sWinnie-ther-Pooh.
Don'tyou
ved
knowwhat'ther'means?"Ah,
ja
yes,nowIdo,"Isagde
saidquickly;andIhopeyou
gør
dotoo,becauseitisal
alltheexplanationyouaregoingtofå
get.SometimesWinnie-the-Poohlikesa
spil
gameofsomesortwhenhekommer
comesdownstairs,andsometimeshelide
likestositquietlyinforan
frontofthefireandlytte
listentoastory.Thisevening——.
Whatabout
en
astory?"saidChristopherRobin.
Whatabout
en
astory?"Isaid.
Couldyou
meget
verysweetlytellWinnie-the-Poohone?"IsupposeIcould,"I
sagde
said."Whatsortofstoriesdoeshelike?"
Om
Abouthimself.Becausehe'sthat
slags
sortofBear."Oh,Isee."
So
kunne
couldyouverysweetly?"I'lltry,"I
sagde
said.SoItried.
Onceupon
en
atime,averylongtimesiden
agonow,aboutlastFriday,Winnie-the-Poohlivedinen
aforestallbyhimselfunder
underthenameofSanders.("Whatdoes'underthename'mean?"
spurgte
askedChristopherRobin.Itmeanshe
havde
hadthenameoverthedøren
dooringoldletters,andlivedunder
underit."Winnie-the-Poohwasn'tquitesure,"
sagde
saidChristopherRobin.NowIam,"
sagde
saidagrowlyvoice.ThenI
vil
willgoon,"saidI.)One
dag
daywhenhewasoutgå
walking,hecametoanåbent
openplaceinthemiddleoftheforest,og
andinthemiddleofdette
thisplacewasalargeoak-tree,og
and,fromthetopofthetree,der
therecamealoudbuzzing-noise.Winnie-the-Poohsat
ned
downatthefootofthetree,satte
puthisheadbetweenhispawsog
andbegantothink.Firstofallhesaidtohimself:
"Thatbuzzing-noise
betyder
meanssomething.Youdon'tget
en
abuzzing-noiselikethat,justbuzzingog
andbuzzing,withoutitsmeaningnoget
something.Ifthere'sabuzzing-noise,somebody'smaking
en
abuzzing-noise,andtheonlygrund
reasonformakingabuzzing-noisethatIkender
knowofisbecauseyou'reen
abee."Thenhethoughtanotherlong
tid
time,andsaid:"Andthe
eneste
onlyreasonforbeingabeeat
thatIknowofislave
makinghoney."Andthenhegotup,
og
andsaid:"Andtheonly
grund
reasonformakinghoneyissoasIkan
caneatit."Sohebegantoclimbthetree.
Heclimbed
og
andheclimbedandheclimbed,og
andasheclimbedhesang
sangalittlesongtohimself.It
gik
wentlikethis:.Thenheclimbeda
lidt
littlefurther...anda
lidt
littlefurther...andthen
bare
justalittlefurther.Bythat
tidspunkt
timehehadthoughtofanothersong.Hewas
blive
gettingrathertiredbythistidspunkt
time,sothatiswhyhesang
sangaComplainingSong.Hewasnearlythere
nu
now,andifhejuststod
stoodonthatbranch...Crack!
Oh,help!"
sagde
saidPooh,ashedroppedti
tenfeetonthebranchbelowham
him.IfonlyIhadn't——"
he
sagde
said,ashebouncedtwentyfeetontoden
thenextbranch.Yousee,whatImeanttodo,"heexplained,asheturnedhead-over-heels,
og
andcrashedontoanotherbranchthirtyfeetbelow,"whatImeanttodo——".Of
selvfølgelig
course,itwasrather——"headmitted,asheslithered
meget
veryquicklythroughthenextseks
sixbranches.Itallcomes,Isuppose,"hedecided,ashesaidgood-byetothe
sidste
lastbranch,spunroundthreetimes,og
andflewgracefullyintoagorse-bush,"itallkommer
comesoflikinghoneysomeget
much.Oh,help!"
Hecrawled
ud
outofthegorse-bush,brushedthepricklesfromhisnose,og
andbegantothinkagain.Og
Andthefirstpersonhetænkte
thoughtofwasChristopherRobin.("Wasthatme?"
sagde
saidChristopherRobininanawedvoice,hardlydaringtotro
believeit.Thatwasyou."
ChristopherRobin
sagde
saidnothing,buthiseyesblev
gotlargerandlarger,andhisansigt
facegotpinkerandpinker.)SoWinnie-the-Pooh
gik
wentroundtohisfriendChristopherRobin,der
wholivedbehindagreendør
doorinanotherpartoftheforest.Goodmorning,ChristopherRobin,"he
sagde
said.Goodmorning,Winnie-ther-Pooh,"saidyou.
Iwonderifyou'vegot
sådan
suchathingasaballoonom
aboutyou?"Aballoon?"
Yes,I
bare
justsaidtomyselfcomingalong:'IwonderifChristopherRobin
har
hassuchathingasen
aballoonabouthim?'I
bare
justsaidittomyself,tænkte
thinkingofballoons,andwondering."Whatdoyou
vil
wantaballoonfor?"you
sagde
said.Winnie-the-Poohlookedroundto
se
seethatnobodywaslistening,lagde
puthispawtohismouth,og
andsaidinadeepwhisper:"Honey!"
Men
Butyoudon'tgethoneymed
withballoons!"Ido,"saidPooh.
Well,it
bare
justhappenedthatyouhadbeentoen
apartythedaybeforeatthehus
houseofyourfriendPiglet,og
andyouhadballoonsattheparty.Youhadhad
en
abiggreenballoon;andoneofRabbit'srelationshadhada
stor
bigblueone,andhadefterladt
leftitbehind,beingreallyfor
tooyoungtogotoafest
partyatall;andsoyou
havde
hadbroughtthegreenoneog
andtheblueonehomemed
withyou.Whichonewouldyoulike?"
you
spurgte
askedPooh.Heputhishead
mellem
betweenhispawsandthoughtmeget
verycarefully.It'slikethis,"he
sagde
said."Whenyougoafter
honning
honeywithaballoon,thestore
greatthingisnottolade
letthebeesknowyou'rekommer
coming.Now,ifyouhave
en
agreenballoon,theymighttror
thinkyouwereonlypartofthetree,og
andnotnoticeyou,and,hvis
ifyouhaveablueballoon,theykun
mightthinkyouwereonlydel
partofthesky,andnotnoticeyou,og
andthequestionis:Whichis
mest
mostlikely?"Wouldn'ttheynoticeyouunderneaththeballoon?"
you
spurgte
asked.Theymightorthey
kan
mightnot,"saidWinnie-the-Pooh."You
aldrig
nevercantellwithbees."He
tænkte
thoughtforamomentandsagde
said:"Ishalltryto
se
looklikeasmallblackcloud.That
vil
willdeceivethem."Thenyou
få
hadbetterhavetheblueballoon,"yousagde
said;andsoitwasdecided.
Well,you
begge
bothwentoutwiththeblueballoon,og
andyoutookyourgunmed
withyou,justincase,asyoualtid
alwaysdid,andWinnie-the-Poohwenttoet
averymuddyplacethathekendte
knewof,androlledandrolledindtil
untilhewasblackallover
over;andthen,whentheballoonwasblown
op
upasbigasbig,og
andyouandPoohwerebegge
bothholdingontothestring,youlod
letgosuddenly,andPoohBearfloatedgracefullyop
upintothesky,andstayedthere—levelmed
withthetopofthetreeog
andabouttwentyfeetawayfromit.Hooray!"
youshouted.
Isn'tthatfine?"
shoutedWinnie-the-Pooh
ned
downtoyou."WhatdoI
ser
looklike?"Youlooklike
en
aBearholdingontoen
aballoon,"yousaid.Not,"
sagde
saidPoohanxiously,"—notlikeen
asmallblackcloudinen
abluesky?"Notverymuch."
Ah,
nå
well,perhapsfromuphereitser
looksdifferent.And,asI
siger
say,younevercantellmed
withbees."Therewasnowindtoblowhimnearertothetree,so
der
therehestayed.Hecould
se
seethehoney,hecouldsmellthehoney,men
buthecouldn'tquitereachthehoney.Efter
Afteralittlewhilehekaldte
calleddowntoyou.ChristopherRobin!"
he
sagde
saidinaloudwhisper.Hallo!"
I
tror
thinkthebeessuspectsomething!"Whatsortofthing?"
Idon't
ved
know.Butsomethingtellsme
at
thatthey'resuspicious!"Perhapsthey
tror
thinkthatyou'reaftertheirhoney."It
kan
maybethat.Younever
kan
cantellwithbees."Therewasanother
lille
littlesilence,andthenhekaldte
calleddowntoyouagain.ChristopherRobin!"
Yes?"
Har
Haveyouanumbrellainyourhouse?"I
tror
thinkso."Iwishyou
ville
wouldbringitouthere,og
andwalkupanddownmed
withit,andlookupatmeeverynowog
andthen,andsay'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain.'I
tror
think,ifyoudidthat,itville
wouldhelpthedeceptionwhichwearepractisingondisse
thesebees."Well,youlaughedtoyourself,"Silly
gamle
oldBear!"butyoudidn't
sagde
sayitaloudbecauseyouweresofondofham
him,andyouwenthomeforyourumbrella.Oh,
der
thereyouare!"calleddownWinnie-the-Pooh,as
snart
soonasyougotbacktothetree."Iwasbeginningto
blive
getanxious.Ihavediscovered
at
thatthebeesarenowdefinitelySuspicious."ShallI
sætte
putmyumbrellaup?"you
sagde
said.Yes,butwaita
øjeblik
moment.Wemustbepractical.
Den
Theimportantbeetodeceiveisden
theQueenBee.Canyou
se
seewhichistheQueenBeefromdownthere?"No."
En
Apity.Well,now,ifyou
går
walkupanddownwithyourumbrella,siger
saying,'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain,'Ishallgøre
dowhatIcanbysynge
singingalittleCloudSong,suchasen
acloudmightsing....Go!"
So,
mens
whileyouwalkedupandned
downandwonderedifitville
wouldrain,Winnie-the-Poohsangthissong:.Thebeeswere
stadig
stillbuzzingassuspiciouslyasever.Nogle
Someofthem,indeed,lefttheirnestsog
andflewallroundthecloudasitbegantheanden
secondverseofthissong,og
andonebeesatdownonthenoseofthecloudforaøjeblik
moment,andthengotupigen
again.Christopher—ow!—Robin,"calledoutthecloud.
Yes?"
I
har
havejustbeenthinking,andIhar
havecometoaveryvigtig
importantdecision.Thesearethe
forkerte
wrongsortofbees."Arethey?"
Ganske
Quitethewrongsort.SoI
burde
shouldthinktheywouldmaketheforkerte
wrongsortofhoney,shouldn'tyou?"Ville
Wouldthey?"Yes.
SoI
tror
thinkIshallcomedown."How?"
spurgte
askedyou.Winnie-the-Poohhadn'tthoughtaboutthis.
Hvis
Ifheletgoofdet
thestring,hewouldfall—bump—andhedidn'tlide
liketheideaofthat.Sohe
tænkte
thoughtforalongtime,og
andthenhesaid:.ChristopherRobin,you
må
mustshoottheballoonwithyourpistol
gun.Haveyougotyourgun?"
OfcourseIhave,"you
sagde
said."ButifIdothat,it
vil
willspoiltheballoon,"yousagde
said.