Alan Alexander Milne

. It is the best way to write poetry, letting things come.”

He was so pleased with this song that he sang it all the way to the top of the Forest, ‘and if I go on singing it much longer,’ he thought, ‘it will be time for the little something, and then the last line won’t be true.’ So he turned it into a hum instead.

Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look Ready for Anything.

‘Good morning, Christopher Robin,’ he called out.

‘Hallo, Pooh Bear. I can’t get this boot on.’

‘That’s bad,’ said Pooh.

‘Do you think you could very kindly lean against me, ‘cos I keep pulling so hard that I fall over backwards.’

Pooh sat down, dug his feet into the ground, and pushed hard against Christopher Robin’s back, and Christopher Robin pushed hard against his, and pulled and pulled at his boot until he had got it on.