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"Prepare!" said Christopher Robin, as he donned his Big boots. " Prepare for which?" asked Pooh, as he looked about for his boots (although bears do not wear boots and have no need of such...)
"Not a Which, but a what!" said Christoper Robin, while tugging the right upon the right... ( Or is that the correct?) foot...
"Oh, I so enjoy a What...much better than a Which, you know...", replied Pooh, as he decided that bears had no need of boots... or hats, for that matter...(but that is for another story).
"Prepare for an Expedition through a most magnificent place!" exclaimed Christopher, struggling with his other boot.
             
Piglet is blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year, next year, sometime or never.  He's just discovered that it would be never, and is trying to remember what "it" is, and hoping it isn't anything nice, as we arrive.

I fear, dear Piglet, that I can not make the journy without some sort of smackerel first. A sort of funny feeling's begun to creep over me.  It began at the tip of my nose and trickled all through me and out the soles of my feet.  It's just as if somebody inside me is saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."

Piglet's Cheeseburger Soup

1-1/2 cups water
2 cups cubed, peeled potatoes
2 small carrots, grated
1 small onion, chopped
1 jalapeno pepper, seeded and chopped
1 garlic clove, minced
1 tablespoon beef bouillon granules
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 pound ground beef , cooked and drained
2-1/2 cups milk, divided
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
8 ounces process American cheese, cubed
1/4 to 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper, optional
1/2 pound sliced bacon, cooked and crumbled

In a large saucepan, combine the first eight ingredients; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover and simmer 15-20 minutes or until potatoes are tender. Stir in beef and 2 cups of milk; heat through. Combine flour and remaining milk until smooth; gradually stir into soup. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened and bubbly. Reduce heat; stir in cheese until melted. Add cayenne if desired. Top with bacon just before serving.
6-8 servings

We're taken off guard as Tigger bounds from the bushes.  
"Excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table," and with one loud  Worraworraworraworraworra he jumps at the end of the tablecloth, pulls it to the ground, wraps himself up in it three times, rolls to the other end of the room, and, after a terrible struggle, gets his head into the daylight again, and says cheerfully: "Have I won?"
"That's my tablecloth," says Pooh, as he begins to unwind Tigger.
"I wondered what it was," says Tigger.
"It goes on a table and you put things on it."
"Then why did it try to bite me when I wasn't looking?"
"I don't think it did," says Pooh.
"It tried," says Tigger, "but I was too quick for it."


Our adventure now takes us to Eeyore, standing by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, thinking about things.  Sometimes he thinks sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thinks "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thinks "Inasmuch as which?" - and sometimes he doesn't quite know what he's thinking about.  

"Hallo, Eeyore!" says Pooh. "This is Tigger."
"What is?" says Eeyore.
"This," explains Pooh and Piglet together, and Tigger smiles his happiest smile and says nothing.
Eeyore walks all round Tigger one way, and then turns and walks all round him the other way.
"What did you say it is?" he asks.
"Tigger."
"Ah!" says Eeyore.
"He's just come," explains Piglet.
"Ah!" says Eeyore again.
He thinks for a long time and then says:
"When is he going?"


When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you sometimes find that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.  ~Pooh

Pooh remains the whimsical philosopher... although he persists in thinking of himself as a Bear of Very Litte Brain, readers everywhere have discovered that his whimsy inevitably leads to wisdom.

Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you. ~Pooh

"People who don't think probably don't have brains; rather, they have grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake." ~Eeyore

Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent.
"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"
"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.

 

   


 

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