Winnie the Pooh Chapter 1
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Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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Chapter one in which we are introduced to Winnie the pooh and some bees. And the stories begin here is Edward Bear coming downstairs. Now, bump, bump, bump on the back of his head behind Christopher Robin. It is as far as he knows the only way of coming downstairs. But sometimes he feels that there really is another way if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't anyhow. Here he is at the bottom and ready to be introduced to you, Winnie the pooh. When I first heard his name, I said just as you were going to say, but I thought he was a boy. So did I said Christopher Robin, then you can't call him Winnie. I don't, but you said he's Winnie their poo, don't you know what their means? Ah, yes. Now I do. I said quickly and I hope you do too because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie the pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story this evening. What about a story? Said Christopher Robin, what about a story? I said, could you very sweetly tell Winnie the pooh one? I suppose. I could. I said, what sort of stories does he like about himself? Because he's that sort of bear? Oh, I see. So, could you very sweetly, I'll try. I said so I tried once upon a time, a very long time ago. Now about last Friday, Winnie, the pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. What does under the name mean? Asked Christopher Robin. It means he had the name over the door in gold letters and lived under it. Winnie the pooh wasn't quite sure. Said Christopher Robin. No, I am said a growly voice. Then I will go on said I one day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest and in the middle of this place was a large oak tree. And from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing noise, Winnie the pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think. First of all, he said to himself, that buzzing noise means something. You don't get a buzzing noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing without it meaning something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's making a buzzing noise. And the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're being, then he thought another long time and said, and the only reason for being a b that I know of is making honey. And then he got up and said, and the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it. So he began to climb the tree, he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and as he climbed, he sang a little song to himself that went like this. Isn't it funny how a bear likes honey buzz, buzz, buzz? I wonder why he does. Then he climbs a little further and a little further and then just a little further. By that time, he had thought of another song. It's very funny. Thought if bears were bees, they'd build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so if bees were bears, we shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs. He was getting rather tired by this time. So that is why he sang a complaining song. He was nearly there now. And if he just stood on that branch, crack, oh, help said pooh as he dropped 10 ft on the branch below him, If only I hadn't. He said as he bounced 20 ft onto the next branch. You see what I meant to do? He explained as he turned head over heels and crashed onto another branch, 30 ft below what I meant to do. Of course, it was rather. He admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches. It all comes, I suppose. He decided as he said, goodbye to the last branch spun round three times and flew gracefully into a gorse bush. It all comes, I suppose. He decided as he said, goodbye to the last branch spun round three times and flew gracefully into a gorse bush. It all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help. He crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin was that me? Said, Christopher Robin in an odd voice. Hardly daring to believe it. That was you. Christopher Robin said nothing but his eyes got larger and larger and his face got pinker and pinker. So Winnie the pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin who lived behind a green door and another part of the forest. Good morning Christopher Robin. He said, good morning, Winnie. The Prue said you, I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you? A balloon? Yes. I just said to myself coming along. I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him. I just said it to myself. Thinking of balloons and wondering what do you want a balloon for? You said Winnie the pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth and said in a deep whisper, honey. But you don't get honey with balloons. I do said poo. Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend piglet and you had balloons at the party, you had, had a big green balloon and one of rabbits relations had, had a big blue one and had left it behind being really too young to go to a party at all. And so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you. Which one would you like? You asked poo? He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully. It's like this. He said, when you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, not notice you. And if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky and not notice you. And the question is, which is most likely, wouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon? You asked? They might, or they might not said Winnie the pooh. You never can tell with bees. He thought for a moment and said, I shall try to look like a small black cloud that will deceive them. Then you had better have the blue balloon, you said. And so it was decided, well, you both went out with the blue balloon and you took your gun with you just in case as you always did. And Winnie, the Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of and rolled and rolled until he was black all over. And then when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding onto the string. You let go suddenly and pooh bear floated gracefully up into the sky and stayed there level with the top of the tree and about 20 ft away from it. Hooray. You shouted. Isn't that fine? Shouted, Winnie the pooh down to you. What do I look like? You look like a bear holding onto a balloon. You said? Not said pooh anxiously. Not like a small black cloud in a blue sky. Not very much. Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And as I say, you never can tell with bees, there was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree. So there he stayed, he could see the honey. He could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite reach the honey after a while. He called down to you Christopher Robin. He said in a loud whisper. Hello? I think the bees suspect something. What sort of thing? I don't know, but something tells me that they're suspicious. Perhaps they think that you're after their honey. It may be that you can never tell with bees there was another little silence. And then he called down to you again. Christopher Robin. Yes. Have you an umbrella in your house? I think so. I wish you would bring it out here and walk up and down with it and look up at me every now and then and say tut, tut, it looks like rain. I, I think if you did that it would help the deception which we are practicing on these bees. Well, you laugh to yourself silly old bear but you didn't say it aloud because you were so fond of him and you went home for your umbrella. Oh, there you are called down Winnie the pooh. As soon as you got back to the tree, I was beginning to get anxious. I have discovered that the bees are now definitely suspicious. Shall I put my umbrella up? You said yes, but wait a moment, we must be practical. The important be to deceive is the queen bee. Can you see? Which is the queen bee from down there? No, a pity. Well, now if you walk up and down with your umbrella saying touch, it looks like rain. I shall do what I can by singing a little cloud song. Such a cloud might sing. Go. So while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie the pooh sang this song. How sweet to be a cloud floating in the blue. Every little cloud always sings aloud. How sweet to be a cloud floating in the blue. It makes him very proud to be a little cloud. The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them indeed left their nests and flew all around the cloud as it began the second verse of this song. And one b sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment and then got up again. Christopher Robin called out the cloud. Yes, I have just been thinking and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of bees. Are they quite the wrong sort? So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn't you? Would they? Yes. So I think I shall come down. How asked you, Winnie the pooh hadn't thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fall bump and he didn't like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time and then he said, Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun. Have you got your gun? Of course, I have you said, but if I do that, it will spoil the balloon, you said? But if you don't said poo, I shall have to let go. And that would spoil me when he put it like this. You saw how it was and you aimed very carefully at the balloon and fired. Oh, said, Pooh, did I miss you asked? You didn't. Exactly. Miss said poo. But you missed the balloon. I'm so sorry, you said, and you fired again and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out and Winnie, the pooh floated down to the ground. But his arms were so stiff from holding onto the string of the balloon all that time that they stayed up straight in the air for more than a week. And whenever a fly came and settled on his nose, he had to blow it off. And I think, but I am not sure that that is why he was always called poo. Is that the end of the story asked Christopher Robin? That's the end of that one. There are others about poo and me and Piglet and rabbit and all of you, don't you remember? I do remember and then when I try to remember, I forget that day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the heffalump, they didn't catch it. Did they know who couldn't? Because he hasn't any brain? Did I catch it? Well, that comes into the story. Christopher Robin nodded. I do remember. He said only poo doesn't very well. So that's why he likes having it told to him again because then it's a real story and not just a remembering, that's just how I feel. I said, Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh, picked his bear up by the leg and walked off to the door, trailing pu behind him at the door. He turned and said, coming to see me have my bath. I might, I said I didn't hurt him when I shot him. Did I? Not a bit? He nodded and went out and in a moment I heard Winnie the pooh bump, bump, bump, going up the stairs behind him.
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Narrator, Storyteller, Aloof, Child-like, Endearing, Humorous, Youthful