Laurie Main: Narrator
Quotes
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Narrator : Now one day, Pooh and Piglet, Rabbit and Roo were all playing Pooh sticks together.
Winnie the Pooh : But why call it Pooh sticks? I thought I started with fir cones.
Narrator : You did, Pooh, but sticks are easier to mark.
[Pooh thinks to himself, then smiles]
Winnie the Pooh : Oh yes, now I remember.
Narrator : [clears throat] Now one day, Pooh and Piglet, Rabbit and Roo were all playing Pooh sticks together.
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Winnie the Pooh : I wonder which will come out first?
Narrator : Well, the big one came out first, and the little one came out last, which was what Pooh wanted.
Winnie the Pooh : I did?
Narrator : Yes, Pooh, and that was the beginning of a game called "Poohsticks".
Winnie the Pooh : [smiles proudly] Which I invented!
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Narrator : Without question, something was troubling Eeyore, and while his friends puzzled over his unusual behavior, Eeyore followed the steam back to his gloomy spot, which became even gloomier than usual.
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Narrator : So off Piglet trotted in one direction, and in the other direction went Pooh with his jar of honey. However, Pooh hadn't gone very far when a very funny feeling began to creep over him. It began at the tip of his nose - and trickled all the way down to the soles of his feet, as if someone inside him were saying...
Winnie the Pooh : Now then, Pooh, time for a little something!
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Narrator : So Pooh had a little something. And then he had a little more... and a little more... until he had taken his last lick from the inside of the jar.
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Narrator : [as the gang plays Pooh sticks on Eeyore's birthday] So they gathered on the old wooden bridge and played the game for many contented hours. And Eeyore, who had never played it before, won more times than anyone else. But poor Tigger won none at all.
Tigger : Grrrrrrrr... Tiggers don't like Pooh Sticks!
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Narrator : Now the Hundred Acre Wood boasted many natural wonders, but none was more beautiful than a tiny stream running through the forest. This particular steam had a very long way to travel. And by the time it reached the edge of the forest, it's a grown-up, so it was almost a river. Being grown-up said to itself, "There's no hurry. We shall get there someday."
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Narrator : Now crossing the river at its most peaceful spot was an old wooden bridge. It was a familiar spot to Winnie the Pooh, for he would often wander there, doing nothing in particular and thinking nothing in particular. But on the most recent of these excursions, something took his mind off of nothing.
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Narrator : Pooh had every intention of getting another fir cone, but the river was slipping away so peacefully beneath him that he began to slip away with it.
Winnie the Pooh : [as he watches his cone float away] That's funny.
[points to his left, then his right]
Winnie the Pooh : I dropped it on the other side, and it came out on this side. Hm... I wonder if it would do it again.
