Winnie-the-Pooh. A. A. Milne

Pooh carelessly. ‘Just resting and thinking and humming to myself.’

      ‘Here, give us a paw.’

      Pooh Bear stretched out a paw, and Rabbit pulled and pulled and pulled. …

      ‘Ow!’ cried Pooh. ‘You’re hurting!’

      ‘The fact is,’ said Rabbit, ‘you’re stuck.’

      ‘It all comes,’ said Pooh crossly, ‘of not having front doors big enough.’

      ‘It all comes,’ said Rabbit sternly, ‘of eating too much. I thought at the time,’ said Rabbit, ‘only I didn’t like to say anything,’ said Rabbit, ‘that one of us was eating too much,’ said Rabbit, ‘and I knew it wasn’t me,’ he said. ‘Well, well, I shall go and fetch Christopher Robin.’

      Christopher Robin lived at the other end of the Forest, and when he came back with Rabbit, and saw the front half of Pooh, he said, ‘Silly old Bear,’ in such a loving voice that everybody felt quite hopeful again.

      ‘I was just beginning to think,’ said Bear, sniffing slightly, ‘that Rabbit might never be able to use his front door again. And I should hate that,’ he said.

      ‘So should I,’ said Rabbit.

      ‘Use his front door again?’ said Christopher Robin. ‘Of course he’ll use his front door again.’

      ‘Good,’ said Rabbit.

      ‘If we can’t pull you out, Pooh, we might push you back.’

      Rabbit scratched his whiskers thoughtfully, and pointed out that, when once Pooh was pushed back, he was back, and of course nobody was more glad to see Pooh than he was, still there it was, some lived in trees and some lived underground, and—

      ‘You mean I’d never get out?’ said Pooh.

      ‘I mean,’ said Rabbit, ‘that having got so far, it seems a pity to waste it.’

      Christopher Robin nodded.

      ‘Then there’s only one thing to be done,’ he said. ‘We shall have to wait for you to get thin again.’

      ‘How long does getting thin take?’ asked Pooh anxiously.

      ‘About a week, I should think.’

      ‘But I can’t stay here for a week!’

      ‘You can stay here all right, silly old Bear. It’s getting you out which is so difficult.’

      ‘We’ll read to you,’ said Rabbit cheerfully.

      ‘And I hope it won’t snow,’ he added. ‘And I say, old fellow, you’re taking up a good deal of room in my house

      —do you mind if I use your back legs as a towel-horse? Because, I mean, there they are – doing nothing – and it would be very convenient just to hang the towels on them.’

      ‘A week!’ said Pooh gloomily. ‘What about meals?’

      ‘I’m afraid no meals,’ said Christopher Robin, ‘because of getting thin quicker. But we will read to you.’

      Bear began to sigh, and then found he couldn’t because he was so tightly stuck; and a tear rolled down his eye, as he said:

      ‘Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness?’

      So for a week Christopher Robin read that sort of book at the North end of Pooh, and Rabbit hung his washing on the South end …

      and in between Bear felt himself getting slenderer and slenderer. And at the end of the week Christopher Robin said, ‘Now!’

      So he took hold of Pooh’s front paws and Rabbit took hold of Christopher Robin, and all Rabbit’s friends and relations took hold of Rabbit, and they all pulled together. …

      And for a long time Pooh only said ‘Ow!’. …

      And ‘Oh!’. …

      And then, all of a sudden, he said ‘Pop!’ just as if a cork were coming out of a bottle.

      And Christopher Robin and Rabbit and all Rabbit’s friends and relations went head-over-heels backwards … and on the top of them came Winnie-the-Pooh – free!

      So, with a nod of thanks to his friends, he went on with his walk through the forest, humming proudly to himself. But Christopher Robin looked after him lovingly, and said to himself, ‘Silly old Bear!’