Winnie-the-Pooh Gradually Hardening Slovenian A2 Books

INTRODUCTION

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

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

Well,whenEdward

Medved

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

Andhewas.

So,asIhaveexplainedthePoohpart,Iwillnow

razložiti

explaintherestofit.

Youcan'tbeinLondonforlongwithoutgoingtotheZoo.

TherearesomepeoplewhobegintheZooatthe

začetku

beginning,calledWAYIN,andwalkasquicklyastheycanpasteverycageuntiltheygettotheonecalledWAYOUT,butthenicestpeoplego

naravnost

straighttotheanimaltheylovethemost,andstaythere.

SowhenChristopherRobingoestotheZoo,hegoestowherethePolarBearsare,andhewhisperssomethingtothethirdkeeperfromtheleft,anddoorsareunlocked,andwewanderthrough

temne

darkpassagesandupsteepstairs,untilatlastwecometothespecialcage,andthecageisopened,andouttrotssomethingbrownandfurry,andwithahappycryof"Oh,Bear!"

ChristopherRobinrushesintoitsarms.

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

Wedidknowonce,butwehaveforgotten....

IhadwrittenasfarasthiswhenPigletlookedupandsaidinhissqueakyvoice,"WhataboutMe?"

"MydearPiglet,"Isaid,"thewholebookisaboutyou."

"SoitisaboutPooh,"hesqueaked.

Youseewhatitis.

HeisjealousbecausehethinksPoohishavingaGrandIntroductionalltohimself.

Poohisthefavourite,ofcourse,there'snodenyingit,butPigletcomesinforagoodmanythingswhichPoohmisses;

becauseyoucan'ttakePoohtoschoolwithouteverybodyknowingit,butPigletissosmallthatheslipsintoapocket,whereitisverycomfortingtofeelhimwhenyouarenotquitesurewhether

dvakrat

twicesevenistwelveortwenty-two.

Sometimesheslipsoutandhasagoodlookintheink-pot,andinthiswayhehasgotmoreeducationthanPooh,butPoohdoesn'tmind.

Somehavebrains,andsomehaven't,hesays,andthereitis.

Andnowalltheothersaresaying,"WhataboutUs?"

SoperhapsthebestthingtodoistostopwritingIntroductionsandgetonwiththebook.

CHAPTERI

INWHICHWEAREINTRODUCEDTOWINNIE-THE-POOHANDSOMEBEES,ANDTHESTORIESBEGIN

HereisEdward

Medved

Bear,comingdownstairsnow,bump,bump,bump,onthebackofhishead,behindChristopherRobin.

Itis,asfarasheknows,theonlywayofcomingdownstairs,butsometimeshefeelsthattherereallyisanotherway,ifonlyhecouldstopbumpingforamomentandthinkofit.

Andthenhefeelsthatperhapsthereisn't.

Anyhow,hereheisatthebottom,andreadytobeintroducedtoyou.

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,andsometimeshelikestositquietlyinfrontofthefireandlistentoastory.

Thisevening——.

Whataboutastory?"

saidChristopherRobin.

Whataboutastory?"

Isaid.

CouldyouverysweetlytellWinnie-the-Poohone?"

predvidevam

supposeIcould,"Isaid.

"Whatsortofstoriesdoeshelike?"

Abouthimself.

Becausehe'sthatsortofBear."

Oh,Isee."

Socouldyouverysweetly?"

I'lltry,"Isaid.

SoItried.

Onceuponatime,averylongtimeagonow,aboutlastFriday,Winnie-the-PoohlivedinaforestallbyhimselfunderthenameofSanders.

("Whatdoes'underthename'mean?"

askedChristopherRobin.

Itmeanshehadthenameoverthedooringoldletters,andlivedunderit."

Winnie-the-Poohwasn'tquitesure,"saidChristopherRobin.

NowIam,"saidagrowly

glas

voice.

ThenIwillgoon,"saidI.)

Onedaywhenhewasoutwalking,hecametoanopenplaceinthe

sredini

middleoftheforest,andinthe

sredini

middleofthisplacewasalargeoak-tree,and,fromthetopofthe

drevesa

tree,therecamealoudbuzzing-noise.

Winnie-the-Poohsatdownatthefootofthe

drevesa

tree,puthisheadbetweenhispawsandbegantothink.

Firstofallhesaidtohimself:

"Thatbuzzing-noisemeanssomething.

Youdon'tgetabuzzing-noiselikethat,justbuzzingandbuzzing,withoutitsmeaningsomething.

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

Thenhethoughtanotherlongtime,andsaid:

"AndtheonlyreasonforbeingabeethatIknowofismakinghoney."

Andthenhegotup,andsaid:

"AndtheonlyreasonformakinghoneyissoasIcaneatit."

Sohebegantoclimbthe

drevo

tree.

Heclimbedandheclimbedandheclimbed,andasheclimbedhesangalittle

pesem

songtohimself.

Itwentlikethis:.

Thenheclimbedalittlefurther...

andalittlefurther...

andthenjustalittlefurther.

Bythattimehehadthoughtofanother

pesem

song.

Hewasgettingrathertiredbythistime,sothatiswhyhesangaComplaining

Pesem

Song.

Hewasnearlytherenow,andifhejuststoodonthatbranch...

Crack!

Oh,help!"

saidPooh,ashedroppedten

čevljev

feetonthebranchbelowhim.

IfonlyIhadn't——"

hesaid,ashebouncedtwenty

čevljev

feetontothenextbranch.

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

metrov

feetbelow,"whatImeanttodo——".

Ofcourse,itwasrather——"

headmitted,asheslitheredveryquicklythroughthenextsixbranches.

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

Oh,help!"

Hecrawledoutofthegorse-bush,brushedthepricklesfromhis

nosu

nose,andbegantothinkagain.

AndthefirstpersonhethoughtofwasChristopherRobin.

("Wasthatme?"

saidChristopherRobininanawedvoice,hardlydaringtobelieveit.

Thatwasyou."

ChristopherRobinsaidnothing,buthiseyesgotlargerandlarger,andhisfacegotpinkerandpinker.)

SoWinnie-the-PoohwentroundtohisfriendChristopherRobin,wholivedbehindagreendoorinanotherpartoftheforest.

Goodmorning,ChristopherRobin,"hesaid.

Goodmorning,Winnie-ther-Pooh,"saidyou.

sprašujem

wonderifyou'vegotsuchathingasaballoonaboutyou?"

Aballoon?"

Yes,Ijustsaidtomyselfcomingalong:

'IwonderifChristopherRobinhassuchathingasaballoonabouthim?'

Ijustsaidittomyself,thinkingofballoons,andwondering."

Whatdoyouwantaballoonfor?"

yousaid.

Winnie-the-Poohlookedroundtoseethatnobodywaslistening,puthispawtohis

usta

mouth,andsaidina

globoko

deepwhisper:

"Honey!"

Butyoudon'tgethoneywithballoons!"

Ido,"saidPooh.

Well,itjusthappenedthatyouhadbeentoapartythedaybeforeatthehouseofyourfriendPiglet,andyouhadballoonsattheparty.

Youhadhadabiggreenballoon;

andoneofRabbit'srelationshadhadabigblueone,andhadleftitbehind,beingreallytooyoungtogotoapartyatall;

andsoyouhadbroughtthegreenoneandthe

modro

blueonehomewithyou.

Whichonewouldyoulike?"

youaskedPooh.

Heputhisheadbetweenhispawsandthoughtverycarefully.

It'slikethis,"hesaid.

"Whenyougoafterhoneywithaballoon,thegreatthingisnottoletthebeesknowyou'recoming.

Now,ifyouhaveagreenballoon,theymightthinkyouwereonlypartofthe

drevesa

tree,andnotnoticeyou,and,ifyouhavea

modri

blueballoon,theymightthinkyouwereonlypartofthe

neba

sky,andnotnoticeyou,andthequestionis:

Whichismostlikely?"

Wouldn'tthey

opazili

noticeyouunderneaththeballoon?"

youasked.

Theymightortheymightnot,"saidWinnie-the-Pooh.

"Younevercantellwithbees."

Hethoughtforamomentandsaid:

"Ishalltrytolooklikeasmallblackcloud.

Thatwilldeceivethem."

Thenyouhadbetterhavethe

modri

blueballoon,"yousaid;

andsoitwasdecided.

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

andthen,whentheballoonwasblownupasbigasbig,andyouandPoohwerebothholdingontothestring,youletgo

nenadoma

suddenly,andPoohBearfloatedgracefullyupintothe

nebo

sky,andstayedthere—levelwiththetopofthe

drevesa

treeandabouttwentyfeetawayfromit.

Hooray!"

youshouted.

Isn'tthatfine?"

shoutedWinnie-the-Poohdowntoyou.

"WhatdoIlooklike?"

Youlooklikea

Medved

Bearholdingontoaballoon,"yousaid.

Not,"saidPoohanxiously,"—notlikeasmallblackcloudinabluesky?"

Notverymuch."

Ah,well,perhapsfromuphereitlooksdifferent.

And,asIsay,younevercantellwithbees."

Therewasno

vetra

windtoblowhimnearertothetree,sotherehestayed.

Hecouldseethehoney,hecouldsmellthehoney,buthecouldn'tquite

doseči

reachthehoney.

Afteralittlewhilehecalleddowntoyou.

ChristopherRobin!"

hesaidinaloudwhisper.

Hallo!"

Ithinkthebeessuspectsomething!"

Whatsortofthing?"

Idon'tknow.

Butsomethingtellsmethatthey'resuspicious!"

Perhapstheythinkthatyou'reaftertheirhoney."

Itmaybethat.

Younevercantellwithbees."

Therewasanotherlittlesilence,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,assoonasyougotbacktothe

drevo

tree.

"Iwasbeginningtogetanxious.

Ihavediscoveredthatthebeesarenow

zagotovo

definitelySuspicious."

ShallIputmyumbrellaup?"

yousaid.

Yes,butwaitamoment.

Wemustbepractical.

Theimportantbeetodeceiveisthe

Kraljica

QueenBee.

Canyouseewhichisthe

Kraljica

QueenBeefromdownthere?"

No."

Apity.

Well,now,ifyouwalkupanddownwithyourumbrella,saying,'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain,'IshalldowhatIcanbysingingalittleCloud

Pesem

Song,suchasacloudmightsing....

Go!"

So,whileyouwalkedupanddownandwonderedifitwouldrain,Winnie-the-Poohsangthis

pesem

song:.

Thebeeswerestillbuzzingassuspiciouslyasever.

Someofthem,indeed,lefttheirnestsandflewallroundthecloudasitbeganthesecondverseofthis

pesmi

song,andonebeesatdownonthe

nos

noseofthecloudforamoment,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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