Winnie-the-Pooh Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian B1 Learners

INTRODUCTION

IfyouhappentohavereadanotherbookaboutChristopherRobin,youmayrememberthatheoncehadaswan(ortheswanhadChristopherRobin,Idon'tknowwhich)andthatheusedtocallthisswanPooh.

Thatwasalongtimeago,andwhenwesaidgood-bye,wetookthenamewithus,aswedidn'tthinktheswanwouldwantitanymore.

Well,whenEdwardBearsaidthathewouldlikean

spennende

excitingnamealltohimself,ChristopherRobinsaidatonce,withoutstoppingtothink,thathewasWinnie-the-Pooh.

Andhewas.

So,asIhaveexplainedthePoohpart,Iwillnowexplaintherestofit.

Youcan'tbeinLondonforlongwithoutgoingtotheZoo.

TherearesomepeoplewhobegintheZooatthebeginning,calledWAYIN,andwalkasquicklyastheycanpasteverycageuntiltheygettotheonecalledWAYOUT,butthenicestpeoplegostraighttotheanimaltheylovethemost,andstaythere.

SowhenChristopherRobingoestotheZoo,hegoestowherethePolarBearsare,andhewhisperssomethingtothethirdkeeperfromtheleft,anddoorsareunlocked,andwewanderthroughdarkpassagesandupsteep

trapper

stairs,untilatlastwecometothespecialcage,andthecageisopened,andouttrotssomething

brunt

brownandfurry,andwithahappycryof"Oh,Bear!"

ChristopherRobinrushesintoitsarms.

Nowthisbear'snameisWinnie,whichshowswhatagoodnameforbearsitis,butthefunnythingisthatwecan'trememberwhetherWinnieiscalledafterPooh,orPoohafterWinnie.

Wedidknowonce,butwehaveforgotten....

IhadwrittenasfarasthiswhenPigletlookedupandsaidinhissqueakyvoice,"WhataboutMe?"

"MydearPiglet,"Isaid,"thewholebookisaboutyou."

"SoitisaboutPooh,"hesqueaked.

Youseewhatitis.

Heis

sjalu

jealousbecausehethinksPoohishavingaGrandIntroductionalltohimself.

Poohisthefavourite,ofcourse,there'sno

nekter

denyingit,butPigletcomesinforagoodmanythingswhichPoohmisses;

becauseyoucan'ttakePoohtoschoolwithouteverybodyknowingit,butPigletissosmallthatheslipsintoa

lomme

pocket,whereitisverycomfortingtofeelhimwhenyouarenotquitesurewhethertwicesevenistwelveortwenty-two.

Sometimesheslipsoutandhasagoodlookintheink-pot,andinthiswayhehasgotmore

utdanning

educationthanPooh,butPoohdoesn'tmind.

Somehavebrains,andsomehaven't,hesays,andthereitis.

Andnowalltheothersaresaying,"WhataboutUs?"

SoperhapsthebestthingtodoistostopwritingIntroductionsandgetonwiththebook.

CHAPTERI

INWHICHWEARE

Introdusert

INTRODUCEDTOWINNIE-THE-POOHANDSOMEBEES,ANDTHESTORIESBEGIN

HereisEdwardBear,comingdownstairsnow,bump,bump,bump,onthebackofhishead,behindChristopherRobin.

Itis,asfarasheknows,theonlywayofcomingdownstairs,butsometimeshefeelsthattherereallyisanotherway,ifonlyhecouldstopbumpingforamomentandthinkofit.

Andthenhefeelsthatperhapsthereisn't.

Anyhow,hereheisatthe

bunnen

bottom,andreadytobe

introdusert

introducedtoyou.

Winnie-the-Pooh.

WhenIfirstheardhisname,Isaid,justasyouaregoingtosay,"ButIthoughthewasaboy?"

SodidI,"saidChristopherRobin.

Thenyoucan'tcallhimWinnie?"

Idon't."

Butyousaid——".

He'sWinnie-ther-Pooh.

Don'tyouknowwhat'ther'means?"

Ah,yes,nowIdo,"Isaidquickly;

andIhopeyoudotoo,becauseitisalltheexplanationyouaregoingtoget.

SometimesWinnie-the-Poohlikesagameofsomesortwhenhecomesdownstairs,andsometimeshelikestosit

stille

quietlyinfrontofthefireandlistentoastory.

Thisevening——.

Whataboutastory?"

saidChristopherRobin.

Whataboutastory?"

Isaid.

CouldyouverysweetlytellWinnie-the-Poohone?"

IsupposeIcould,"Isaid.

"Whatsortofstoriesdoeshelike?"

Abouthimself.

Becausehe'sthatsortofBear."

Oh,Isee."

Socouldyouverysweetly?"

I'lltry,"Isaid.

SoItried.

Onceuponatime,averylongtimeagonow,aboutlast

Fredag

Friday,Winnie-the-Poohlivedina

skog

forestallbyhimselfunderthenameofSanders.

("Whatdoes'underthename'mean?"

askedChristopherRobin.

Itmeanshehadthenameoverthedooringoldletters,andlivedunderit."

Winnie-the-Poohwasn'tquitesure,"saidChristopherRobin.

NowIam,"saidagrowlyvoice.

ThenIwillgoon,"saidI.)

Onedaywhenhewasoutwalking,hecametoanopenplaceinthemiddleofthe

skogen

forest,andinthemiddleofthisplacewasalargeoak-tree,and,fromthetopofthetree,therecamea

høy

loudbuzzing-noise.

Winnie-the-Poohsatdownatthefootofthetree,puthisheadbetweenhispawsandbegantothink.

Firstofallhesaidtohimself:

"Thatbuzzing-noisemeanssomething.

Youdon'tgetabuzzing-noiselikethat,justbuzzingandbuzzing,withoutitsmeaningsomething.

Ifthere'sabuzzing-noise,somebody'smakingabuzzing-noise,andtheonlyreasonformakingabuzzing-noisethatIknowofisbecauseyou'reabee."

Thenhethoughtanotherlongtime,andsaid:

"AndtheonlyreasonforbeingabeethatIknowofismakinghoney."

Andthenhegotup,andsaid:

"AndtheonlyreasonformakinghoneyissoasIcaneatit."

Sohebeganto

klatre

climbthetree.

Heclimbedandhe

klatret

climbedandheclimbed,andashe

klatret

climbedhesangalittlesongtohimself.

Itwentlikethis:.

Thenhe

klatret

climbedalittlefurther...

andalittlefurther...

andthenjustalittlefurther.

Bythattimehehadthoughtofanothersong.

Hewasgettingrathertiredbythistime,sothatiswhyhesangaComplainingSong.

Hewas

nesten

nearlytherenow,andifhejuststoodonthatbranch...

Crack!

Oh,help!"

saidPooh,ashedroppedtenfeetonthebranch

under

belowhim.

IfonlyIhadn't——"

hesaid,ashebouncedtwentyfeetontothenextbranch.

Yousee,whatImeanttodo,"heexplained,asheturnedhead-over-heels,and

krasjet

crashedontoanotherbranchthirtyfeet

nedenfor

below,"whatImeanttodo——".

Ofcourse,itwasrather——"

innrømmet

admitted,asheslitheredveryquicklythroughthenextsixbranches.

Itallcomes,Isuppose,"hedecided,ashesaidgood-byetothelastbranch,spunroundthreetimes,andflewgracefullyintoagorse-bush,"itallcomesoflikinghoneysomuch.

Oh,help!"

Hecrawledoutofthegorse-bush,brushedthepricklesfromhisnose,andbegantothinkagain.

AndthefirstpersonhethoughtofwasChristopherRobin.

("Wasthatme?"

saidChristopherRobininanawedvoice,

knapt

hardlydaringtobelieveit.

Thatwasyou."

ChristopherRobinsaidnothing,buthiseyesgotlargerandlarger,andhisfacegotpinkerandpinker.)

SoWinnie-the-PoohwentroundtohisfriendChristopherRobin,wholivedbehindagreendoorinanotherpartofthe

skogen

forest.

Goodmorning,ChristopherRobin,"hesaid.

Goodmorning,Winnie-ther-Pooh,"saidyou.

Iwonderifyou'vegotsuchathingasaballoonaboutyou?"

Aballoon?"

Yes,Ijustsaidtomyselfcomingalong:

'IwonderifChristopherRobinhassuchathingasaballoonabouthim?'

Ijustsaidittomyself,thinkingofballoons,andwondering."

Whatdoyouwantaballoonfor?"

yousaid.

Winnie-the-Poohlookedroundtoseethatnobodywaslistening,puthispawtohismouth,andsaidinadeepwhisper:

"Honey!"

Butyoudon'tgethoneywithballoons!"

Ido,"saidPooh.

Well,itjusthappenedthatyouhadbeentoapartythedaybeforeatthehouseofyourfriendPiglet,andyouhadballoonsattheparty.

Youhadhadabiggreenballoon;

andoneofRabbit'srelationshadhadabigblueone,andhadleftitbehind,beingreallytooyoungtogotoapartyatall;

andsoyouhadbroughtthegreenoneandtheblueonehomewithyou.

Whichonewouldyoulike?"

youaskedPooh.

Heputhisheadbetweenhispawsandthoughtvery

nøye

carefully.

It'slikethis,"hesaid.

"Whenyougoafterhoneywithaballoon,thegreatthingisnottoletthebeesknowyou'recoming.

Now,ifyouhaveagreenballoon,theymightthinkyouwereonlypartofthetree,andnotnoticeyou,and,ifyouhaveablueballoon,theymightthinkyouwereonlypartofthesky,andnotnoticeyou,andthequestionis:

Whichismostlikely?"

Wouldn'ttheynoticeyouunderneaththeballoon?"

youasked.

Theymightortheymightnot,"saidWinnie-the-Pooh.

"Younevercantellwithbees."

Hethoughtforamomentandsaid:

"Ishalltrytolooklikeasmallblackcloud.

Thatwilldeceivethem."

Thenyouhadbetterhavetheblueballoon,"yousaid;

andsoitwasdecided.

Well,youbothwentoutwiththeblueballoon,andyoutookyourgunwithyou,justincase,asyoualwaysdid,andWinnie-the-Poohwenttoaverymuddyplacethatheknewof,androlledandrolleduntilhewasblackallover;

andthen,whentheballoonwasblownupasbigasbig,andyouandPoohwerebothholdingontothestring,youletgosuddenly,andPoohBearfloatedgracefullyupintothesky,andstayedthere—levelwiththetopofthetreeandabouttwentyfeetawayfromit.

Hooray!"

you

ropte

shouted.

Isn'tthatfine?"

shoutedWinnie-the-Poohdowntoyou.

"WhatdoIlooklike?"

YoulooklikeaBearholdingontoaballoon,"yousaid.

Not,"saidPoohanxiously,"—notlikeasmallblackcloudinabluesky?"

Notverymuch."

Ah,well,perhapsfromuphereitlooksdifferent.

And,asIsay,younevercantellwithbees."

Therewasnowindtoblowhimnearertothetree,sotherehestayed.

Hecouldseethehoney,hecouldsmellthehoney,buthecouldn'tquitereachthehoney.

Afteralittlewhilehecalleddowntoyou.

ChristopherRobin!"

hesaidina

høy

loudwhisper.

Hallo!"

Ithinkthebees

mistenker

suspectsomething!"

Whatsortofthing?"

Idon'tknow.

Butsomethingtellsmethatthey'resuspicious!"

Perhapstheythinkthatyou'reaftertheirhoney."

Itmaybethat.

Younevercantellwithbees."

Therewasanotherlittle

stillhet

silence,andthenhecalleddowntoyouagain.

ChristopherRobin!"

Yes?"

Haveyouanumbrellainyourhouse?"

Ithinkso."

Iwishyouwouldbringitouthere,andwalkupanddownwithit,andlookupatmeeverynowandthen,andsay'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain.'

Ithink,ifyoudidthat,itwouldhelpthedeceptionwhichwearepractisingonthesebees."

Well,youlaughedtoyourself,"SillyoldBear!"

butyoudidn'tsayitaloudbecauseyouweresofondofhim,andyouwenthomeforyourumbrella.

Oh,thereyouare!"

calleddownWinnie-the-Pooh,assoonasyougotbacktothetree.

"Iwasbeginningtogetanxious.

IhavediscoveredthatthebeesarenowdefinitelySuspicious."

ShallIputmyumbrellaup?"

yousaid.

Yes,butwaitamoment.

Wemustbepractical.

TheimportantbeetodeceiveistheQueenBee.

CanyouseewhichistheQueenBeefromdownthere?"

No."

synd

pity.

Well,now,ifyouwalkupanddownwithyourumbrella,saying,'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain,'IshalldowhatIcanbysingingalittleCloudSong,suchasacloudmightsing....

Go!"

So,whileyouwalkedupanddownandwonderedifitwouldrain,Winnie-the-Poohsangthissong:.

Thebeeswerestillbuzzingassuspiciouslyasever.

Someofthem,

faktisk

indeed,lefttheirnestsandflewallroundthecloudasitbeganthesecondverseofthissong,andonebeesatdownonthenoseofthecloudforamoment,andthengotupagain.

Christopher—ow!—Robin,"calledoutthecloud.

Yes?"

Ihavejustbeenthinking,andIhavecometoaveryimportantdecision.

Thesearethewrongsortofbees."

Arethey?"

Quitethewrongsort.

SoIshouldthinktheywouldmakethewrongsortofhoney,shouldn'tyou?"

Wouldthey?"

Yes.

SoIthinkIshallcomedown."

How?"

askedyou.

Winnie-the-Poohhadn'tthoughtaboutthis.

Ifheletgoofthestring,hewouldfall—bump—andhedidn'tliketheideaofthat.

Sohethoughtforalongtime,andthenhesaid:.

ChristopherRobin,youmustshoottheballoonwithyourgun.

Haveyougotyourgun?"

OfcourseIhave,"yousaid.

"ButifIdothat,itwillspoiltheballoon,"yousaid.

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