Winnie the Pooh Page #4

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Eeyore, your tail!

Yep. Unravelled.

Guess I'm back where I started.

[Pooh] I'm sorry, Eeyore.

Such a nice tail, too.

No matter.

All good things come to an end.

Oh. Oh! Eeyore, if you... [grunting]

Oh, my goodness.

This story is going too fast!

[grunts, sighs]

I wish that paragraph

had been a little longer.

Ooh! Of course.

Christopher Robin will have some honey.

He loves to share. Especially with me.

[humming] Christopher Robin!

Are you not there?

[tummy rumbles]

Oh.

[narrator] Just then,

Pooh spotted a note.

- I did?

- Certainly.

Just there, at your feet.

- Oh...

- Uh, to your left.

Uh, no, Pooh, your other left.

A little bit more.

A tad. A hair. No, no, back a bit.

- Oh!

- There you are.

Well, it's a good thing I noticed it.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen it.

Pooh was puzzled by the note.

Even more so than usual.

And even more than that.

So, Pooh decided to go directly

to Owl's house,

hoping that Owl could help unpuzzle him.

You get the honey

Enjoy

- Good job, Owl!

- Thank you. Thank you.

Yes, it is quite clever, isn't it?

T-A-E-L. Yes. Perfect.

Well, hello there, Owl.

That is a very fine looking pot of honey

you've got there.

And so remarkably... gooey.

Gooey? That happens to be

my personal favourite.

Ooh! What do you have there, my boy?

Oh. A note I found

at Christopher Robin's.

With strange words I cannot read.

But, Pooh, you can't read most words.

Yes, but especially not

the strange ones.

Let me see. There's never been a note

written that I could not decipher.

Here, Pooh, help yourself.

- Yes, parchment is of a fine quality.

- [grunting]

Oh, stuff and fluff.

Don't leave us in suspense, Owl.

What does it say?

Patience! Patience.

One must be careful when decoding

such arcane text

so as not to incorrectly interpret

its true meaning.

So, can you read it?

Of course I can! It says...

"Gone out. Busy. Backson.

Signed, Christopher Robin."

[gasps] Our dear friend

Christopher Robin has been captured!

- What?

- By a creature called "The Backson."

- [all gasp]

- Backson!

Captured by the Backson!

- What's a Backson?

- Ooh!

A horrible creature! Malicious!

- You don't say.

- Ferocious!

Fero... ?! Ooh!

And worst of all, terribly busy.

So, what does this Backson look like?

I saw a picture of one

just the other day.

- Oh, Christopher Robin.

- [Owl] Now, let me see.

Bathwater, biscuit, baby,

barnacle, beluga...

Wait a minute, why is biscuit

ahead of baby and barnacle?

That doesn't make sense.

Oh, it's such a mess in here.

Dash it all! Where is that picture?

I have some chalk, Owl. Can you draw it?

What an excellent idea, young man.

Artistic talent runs through my family.

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