INTRODUCTION
Ifyouhappento
hebt
havereadanotherbookaboutChristopherRobin,youmayrememberdat
thatheoncehadazwaan
swan(ortheswanhadChristopherRobin,Idon'tweet
knowwhich)andthatheusedtonoemde
callthisswanPooh.Thatwasa
lang
longtimeago,andwhenwesaidgood-bye,wenamen
tookthenamewithus,aswedidn'tdachten
thinktheswanwouldwantitanymeer
more.Well,whenEdwardBear
zei
saidthathewouldlikeeen
anexcitingnamealltohimself,ChristopherRobinzei
saidatonce,withoutstoppingtodenken
think,thathewasWinnie-the-Pooh.En
Andhewas.So,asI
heb
haveexplainedthePoohpart,Izal
willnowexplaintherestofit.Youcan'tbeinLondonfor
lang
longwithoutgoingtotheDierentuin
Zoo.Therearesomepeople
die
whobegintheZooatthebeginning,genoemd
calledWAYIN,andwalkassnel
quicklyastheycanpastelke
everycageuntiltheygettotheene
onecalledWAYOUT,buttheaardigste
nicestpeoplegostraighttothedier
animaltheylovethemost,en
andstaythere.SowhenChristopherRobin
gaat
goestotheZoo,hegaat
goestowherethePolarBearszijn
are,andhewhisperssomethingtode
thethirdkeeperfromtheleft,en
anddoorsareunlocked,andwedwalen
wanderthroughdarkpassagesandupsteile
steepstairs,untilatlastwekomen
cometothespecialcage,en
andthecageisopened,en
andouttrotssomethingbrownen
andfurry,andwithahappykreet
cryof"Oh,Bear!"ChristopherRobin
haast
rushesintoitsarms.Now
deze
thisbear'snameisWinnie,whichshowswhateen
agoodnameforbearsitis
is,butthefunnythingisdat
thatwecan'trememberwhetherWinnieiscalledafterPooh,orPoohafterWinnie.Wedid
wisten
knowonce,butwehavevergeten
forgotten....Ihadwrittenas
ver
farasthiswhenPigletlookedupen
andsaidinhissqueakystem
voice,"WhataboutMe?""My
lieve
dearPiglet,"Isaid,"thehele
wholebookisaboutyou.""Soitis
over
aboutPooh,"hesqueaked.You
ziet
seewhatitis.Heis
jaloers
jealousbecausehethinksPoohisheeft
havingaGrandIntroductionalltohimself.Poohis
de
thefavourite,ofcourse,there'snoontkend
denyingit,butPigletcomesinforagoodveel
manythingswhichPoohmisses;want
becauseyoucan'ttakePoohtoschool
schoolwithouteverybodyknowingit,maar
butPigletissosmalldat
thatheslipsintoazak
pocket,whereitisverytroostend
comfortingtofeelhimwhenyouarenothelemaal
quitesurewhethertwicesevenistwelveortwenty-two.Soms
Sometimesheslipsoutandheeft
hasagoodlookintheink-pot,en
andinthiswayheheeft
hasgotmoreeducationthanPooh,maar
butPoohdoesn'tmind.Some
hebben
havebrains,andsomehaven't,hezegt
says,andthereitis.En
Andnowalltheothersarezeggen
saying,"WhataboutUs?"So
misschien
perhapsthebestthingtodoistostoppen
stopwritingIntroductionsandgetonmet
withthebook.CHAPTERI
INWHICHWEAREINTRODUCEDTOWINNIE-THE-POOH
En
ANDSOMEBEES,ANDTHESTORIESBeginnen
BEGINHereisEdwardBear,
komt
comingdownstairsnow,bump,bump,bump
bump,onthebackofhishoofd
head,behindChristopherRobin.It
is
is,asfarasheweet
knows,theonlywayofkomen
comingdownstairs,butsometimeshevoelt
feelsthattherereallyisandere
anotherway,ifonlyhekunnen
couldstopbumpingforamoment
momentandthinkofit.En
Andthenhefeelsthatmisschien
perhapsthereisn't.Anyhow,hereheisat
de
thebottom,andreadytobeintroducedtoyou.Winnie-the-Pooh.
WhenI
eerst
firstheardhisname,Isaid,net
justasyouaregoingtozeggen
say,"ButIthoughthewaseen
aboy?"SodidI,"
zei
saidChristopherRobin.Thenyoucan't
noemen
callhimWinnie?"Idon't."
Maar
Butyousaid——".He'sWinnie-ther-Pooh.
Don'tyou
weet
knowwhat'ther'means?"Ah,
ja
yes,nowIdo,"Izei
saidquickly;andIhopeyou
doet
dotoo,becauseitisallde
theexplanationyouaregoingtokrijgen
get.SometimesWinnie-the-Poohlikesagameofsomesort
als
whenhecomesdownstairs,andsoms
sometimeshelikestositrustig
quietlyinfrontofthevuur
fireandlistentoaverhaal
story.Thisevening——.
Whatabout
een
astory?"saidChristopherRobin.
Whatabout
een
astory?"Isaid.
Couldyou
heel
verysweetlytellWinnie-the-Poohone?"IsupposeIcould,"I
zei
said."Whatsortofstoriesdoeshelike?"
Over
Abouthimself.Becausehe'sthat
soort
sortofBear."Oh,Isee."
So
kunnen
couldyouverysweetly?"I'lltry,"I
zei
said.SoItried.
Onceupon
een
atime,averylongtimegeleden
agonow,aboutlastFriday,Winnie-the-Poohwoonde
livedinaforestallbyhimselfonder
underthenameofSanders.("Whatdoes'under
de
thename'mean?"askedChristopherRobin.
It
betekent
meanshehadthenameover
overthedooringoldletters,en
andlivedunderit."Winnie-the-Poohwasn't
helemaal
quitesure,"saidChristopherRobin.NowIam,"
zei
saidagrowlyvoice.ThenI
zal
willgoon,"saidI.)One
dag
daywhenhewasoutwandelen
walking,hecametoanopen
openplaceinthemiddleofthebos
forest,andinthemiddleofdeze
thisplacewasalargeoak-tree,en
and,fromthetopoftheboom
tree,therecamealoudbuzzing-noise.Winnie-the-Pooh
zitten
satdownatthefootofde
thetree,puthisheadtussen
betweenhispawsandbegantodenken
think.Firstofallhe
zei
saidtohimself:"Thatbuzzing-noise
betekent
meanssomething.Youdon'tgetabuzzing-noise
als
likethat,justbuzzingandbuzzing,zonder
withoutitsmeaningsomething.Ifthere's
een
abuzzing-noise,somebody'smakingabuzzing-noise,en
andtheonlyreasonformakingeen
abuzzing-noisethatIknowofisomdat
becauseyou'reabee."Thenhe
dacht
thoughtanotherlongtime,andzei
said:"Andtheonlyreasonforbeing
een
abeethatIknowofismakinghoney."En
Andthenhegotup,en
andsaid:"Andtheonly
reden
reasonformakinghoneyissoasIkan
caneatit."Sohe
begon
begantoclimbthetree.He
klom
climbedandheclimbedandheklom
climbed,andasheclimbedhezong
sangalittlesongtohimself.It
ging
wentlikethis:.Thenhe
klom
climbedalittlefurther...en
andalittlefurther...en
andthenjustalittlefurther.By
die
thattimehehadthoughtofander
anothersong.Hewasgetting
nogal
rathertiredbythistime,sodie
thatiswhyhesangeen
aComplainingSong.Hewas
bijna
nearlytherenow,andifhegewoon
juststoodonthatbranch...Crack!
Oh,help!"
zei
saidPooh,ashedroppedtien
tenfeetonthebranchonder
belowhim.IfonlyIhadn't——"
he
zei
said,ashebouncedtwentyvoet
feetontothenexttak
branch.Yousee,whatImeanttodo,"heexplained,ashe
draaide
turnedhead-over-heels,andcrashedontoandere
anotherbranchthirtyfeetbelow,"whatImeanttodo——".Of
natuurlijk
course,itwasrather——"he
toe
admitted,asheslitheredverysnel
quicklythroughthenextsixbranches.Itall
komt
comes,Isuppose,"hedecided,ashezei
saidgood-byetothelasttak
branch,spunroundthreetimes,en
andflewgracefullyintoagorse-bush,"itallkomt
comesoflikinghoneysoveel
much.Oh,help!"
Hecrawledoutof
de
thegorse-bush,brushedthepricklesfromhisneus
nose,andbegantothinkweer
again.Andthefirstpersonhe
dacht
thoughtofwasChristopherRobin.("Was
dat
thatme?"saidChristopherRobinin
een
anawedvoice,hardlydaringtogeloven
believeit.Thatwasyou."
ChristopherRobin
zei
saidnothing,buthiseyesgotlargeren
andlarger,andhisfacegotpinkeren
andpinker.)SoWinnie-the-Poohwentroundtohis
vriend
friendChristopherRobin,wholivedachter
behindagreendoorinander
anotherpartoftheforest.Goodmorning,ChristopherRobin,"he
zei
said.Goodmorning,Winnie-ther-Pooh,"saidyou.
I
vraag me af
wonderifyou'vegotsucheen
athingasaballoonover
aboutyou?"Aballoon?"
Yes,Ijust
zei
saidtomyselfcomingalong:'I
vraag me af
wonderifChristopherRobinhassucheen
athingasaballoonover
abouthim?'Ijustsaidittomyself,
dacht
thinkingofballoons,andwondering."Whatdoyouwant
een
aballoonfor?"yousaid.
Winnie-the-Pooh
keek
lookedroundtoseethatniemand
nobodywaslistening,puthispoot
pawtohismouth,andzei
saidinadeepwhisper:"Honey!"
Maar
Butyoudon'tgethoneymet
withballoons!"Ido,"saidPooh.
Nou
Well,itjusthappenedthatyouhad
hadbeentoapartythedag
daybeforeatthehouseofyourvriend
friendPiglet,andyouhadballoonsatthefeest
party.Youhadhada
grote
biggreenballoon;andoneofRabbit'srelationshadhada
grote
bigblueone,andhadleftitbehind,beingecht
reallytooyoungtogotoapartyatall;en
andsoyouhadbroughtde
thegreenoneandtheblauwe
blueonehomewithyou.Whichone
zou
wouldyoulike?"youaskedPooh.
Heputhis
hoofd
headbetweenhispawsanddacht
thoughtverycarefully.It'slikethis,"he
zei
said."Whenyougoafter
honing
honeywithaballoon,thegreatthingisnottolaten
letthebeesknowyou'rekomt
coming.Now,ifyouhave
een
agreenballoon,theymightdenken
thinkyouwereonlypartofde
thetree,andnotnoticeyou,en
and,ifyouhaveablauwe
blueballoon,theymightthinkyouwereonlydeel
partofthesky,andnotmerken
noticeyou,andthequestionis
is:Whichismostlikely?"
Wouldn'tthey
opmerken
noticeyouunderneaththeballoon?"you
gevraagd
asked.Theymightortheymightnot,"
zei
saidWinnie-the-Pooh."Younevercantell
met
withbees."Hethoughtforamoment
en
andsaid:"Ishalltrytolooklike
een
asmallblackcloud.That
zal
willdeceivethem."Thenyou
heb
hadbetterhavetheblueballoon,"youzei
said;andsoitwas
besloten
decided.Well,youbothwent
uit
outwiththeblueballoon,en
andyoutookyourgunmet
withyou,justincase,asyoualtijd
alwaysdid,andWinnie-the-Poohwenttoeen
averymuddyplacethathekende
knewof,androlledandrolde
rolleduntilhewasblackallover;en
andthen,whentheballoonwasblownomhoog
upasbigasbig,en
andyouandPoohwereallebei
bothholdingontothestring,youliet
letgosuddenly,andPoohBearzweefde
floatedgracefullyupintothelucht
sky,andstayedthere—levelwiththetop
topofthetreeandongeveer
abouttwentyfeetawayfromit.Hooray!"
you
schreeuwde
shouted.Isn'tthatfine?"
shoutedWinnie-the-Poohdowntoyou.
"WhatdoIlooklike?"
Youlook
als
likeaBearholdingontoeen
aballoon,"yousaid.Not,"
zei
saidPoohanxiously,"—notlikeeen
asmallblackcloudineen
abluesky?"Notverymuch."
Ah,
nou
well,perhapsfromuphereitlooksdifferent.En
And,asIsay,younooit
nevercantellwithbees."Therewas
geen
nowindtoblowhimnearertode
thetree,sotherehestayed.He
kon
couldseethehoney,hekon
couldsmellthehoney,buthecouldn'thelemaal
quitereachthehoney.After
een
alittlewhilehecalleddowntoyou.ChristopherRobin!"
he
zei
saidinaloudwhisper.Hallo!"
I
denk
thinkthebeessuspectsomething!"Whatsortofthing?"
Idon't
weet
know.Butsomethingtellsme
dat
thatthey'resuspicious!"Perhapsthey
denken
thinkthatyou'reaftertheirhoney."It
kan
maybethat.Younevercantell
met
withbees."Therewasanother
beetje
littlesilence,andthenhecalleddowntoyouweer
again.ChristopherRobin!"
Yes?"
Haveyou
een
anumbrellainyourhouse?"I
denk
thinkso."Iwishyouwould
bracht
bringitouthere,andliep
walkupanddownwithhet
it,andlookupatmeeverynowen
andthen,andsay'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain.'I
denk
think,ifyoudidthat,itzou
wouldhelpthedeceptionwhichwearebeoefenen
practisingonthesebees."Well,you
lachte
laughedtoyourself,"SillyoldBear!"maar
butyoudidn'tsayithardop
aloudbecauseyouweresogek
fondofhim,andyouging
wenthomeforyourumbrella.Oh,
daar
thereyouare!"calleddownWinnie-the-Pooh,assoonasyougot
terug
backtothetree."Iwas
begon
beginningtogetanxious.I
heb
havediscoveredthatthebeesarenu
nowdefinitelySuspicious."ShallIputmy
paraplu
umbrellaup?"yousaid.
Yes,
maar
butwaitamoment.We
moeten
mustbepractical.Theimportant
bij
beetodeceiveistheKoningin
QueenBee.Canyouseewhichis
de
theQueenBeefromdownthere?"No."
Apity.
Nou
Well,now,ifyouwalkupen
anddownwithyourumbrella,zegt
saying,'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain,'Ishalldoen
dowhatIcanbyzingen
singingalittleCloudSong,suchaseen
acloudmightsing....Go!"
So,
terwijl
whileyouwalkedupandneer
downandwonderedifitzou
wouldrain,Winnie-the-Poohsangthislied
song:.Thebeeswerestill
zoemden
buzzingassuspiciouslyasever.Someof
hen
them,indeed,lefttheirnestsen
andflewallroundthewolk
cloudasitbeganthetweede
secondverseofthissong,en
andonebeesatdownontheneus
noseofthecloudforaogenblik
moment,andthengotupweer
again.Christopher—ow!—Robin,"calledoutthe
wolk
cloud.Yes?"
Ihavejustbeenthinking,
en
andIhavecometoeen
averyimportantdecision.Theseare
de
thewrongsortofbees."Arethey?"
Heel
Quitethewrongsort.SoIshould
denken
thinktheywouldmakethewrongsoort
sortofhoney,shouldn'tyou?"Zouden
Wouldthey?"Yes.
SoI
denk
thinkIshallcomedown."How?"
gevraagd
askedyou.Winnie-the-Poohhadn'tthoughtaboutthis.
Ifheletgoofthestring,he
zou
wouldfall—bump—andhedidn'tliketheidee
ideaofthat.Sohe
dacht
thoughtforalongtime,en
andthenhesaid:.ChristopherRobin,you
moet
mustshoottheballoonwithyourpistool
gun.Haveyougotyourgun?"
Of
natuurlijk
courseIhave,"yousaid."But
als
ifIdothat,itzal
willspoiltheballoon,"youzei
said.