Chop wood, Carry water

“The fact is,” said Rabbit,“ we’ve missed our way somehow. ”They were having a rest in a small sand-pit on the top of the Forest. Pooh was getting rather tired of the sand-pit, and suspected it of following them about, because whichever direction they started in, they always ended up at it, and each time, as it came through the midst at them, Rabbit said triumphantly, “ Now I know where we are!” and Pooh said sadly, “ So do I,” and Piglet said nothing. He had tried to think of something to say, but the only thing he could think of was, “ Help, help!” and it seemed silly to say that, when he had Pooh and Rabbit with him.

“ Well,” said Rabbit, after a long silence in which nobody thanked him for the nice walk they were having, “we’d better get on, I suppose. Which way shall we try?”

“How would it be,” said Pooh” slowly, if, as soon as we’re out of sight of this Pit, we try to find it again? “What’s the good of that? said Rabbit.

“Well,” said Pooh, we keep looking for home and not finding it, so I thought that if we looked for this Pit, we’d be sure not to find it, which would be a good thing, because then we might find something that we weren’t looking for, which might be just what were looking for, really.”

“ I don’t see much sense in that,” said Rabbit…"If I walked away from this Pit, and then walked back to it, of course I should find it."

“ Well I thought perhaps you wouldn’t,” said Pooh.

“ I just thought.” Try, said Piglet suddenly. “We’ll wait here for you.”

Rabbit gave a laugh to show how silly Piglet was, and walked into the mist. After he had gone a hundred yards, he turned and walked back again… and after Pooh and Piglet had waited twenty minutes for him Pooh got up. “I just thought”, said Pooh. “Now then Piglet, let us go home.” But Pooh cried Piglet, all excited, “ do you know the way?”

"No," said Pooh. But there are twelve pots of honey in my cupboard, and they’ve been calling to me for hours. I couldn’t hear them properly before because Rabbit would talk, but if nobody says anything except those twelve pots, I think, Piglet , I shall know where they’re calling from.“Come on.”

They walked off together; and for a long time Piglet said nothing, so as not to interrupt the pots and then suddenly he made a squeaky noise.. and an ooo-noise.. because now he began to know where he was, but he still didn’t dare to say so out loud, in case he wasn’t. And just when he was getting so sure of himself that it didn’t matter whether the pots went on calling or not, there was a shout in front of them and out of the mist came Christopher Robin.

After all, if it were cleverness that counted most, Rabbit would be number one, instead of that Bear. But that’s not the way things work.

“We’ve come to wish you a very Happy Thursday,” said Pooh, when he had gone in and out once or twice just to make sure that he could get out again.

“Why, what’s going to happen on Thursday?” asked Rabbit, and when Pooh had explained, and Rabbit whose life was made up of Important Things, said “ oh I thought you’d really come about something,” they sat down for a little… and by- and- by Pooh and Piglet went on again. The wind was behind them now, so they didn’t have to shout.

“Rabbit’s clever,” said Pooh thoughtfully;

“Yes,” said Piglet,” Rabbit is clever."

"And he has a Brain."

"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has a Brain."

There was a long silence.

“I suppose,” said Pooh, “that that’s why he never understands anything.”