Woozles

[FH]

"Hallo!" said Piglet, "what are you doing?"

 

"Hunting," said Pooh.

 

"Hunting what?"

 

"Tracking something," said Winnie-the-Pooh very

mysteriously.

 

"Tracking what?" said Piglet, coming closer

 

"That's just what I ask myself. I ask myself, What?"

 

"What do you think you'll answer?"

 

"I shall have to wait until I catch up with it," said

Winnie-the-Pooh. "Now, look there." He pointed to the ground in

front of him. "What do you see there?"

 

"Tracks," said Piglet. "Paw-marks." He gave a little

squeak of excitement. "Oh, Pooh! Do you think it's a -- a -- a

Woozle?"

 

"It may be," said Pooh. "Sometimes it is, and sometimes

it isn't. You never can tell with paw-marks."

 

With these few words he went on tracking, and Piglet,

after watching him for a minute or two, ran after him.

Winnie-the-Pooh had come to a sudden stop, and was bending over

the tracks in a puzzled sort of way.

 

"What's the matter?" asked Piglet.

 

"It's a very funny thing," said Bear, "but there seem

to be two animals now. This -- whatever-it-was -- has been

joined by another -- whatever-it-is --

 

and the two of them are now proceeding in company.

Would you mind coming with me, Piglet, in case they turn out to

be Hostile Animals?"

 

Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way, and

said that he had nothing to do until Friday, and would be

delighted to come, in case it really was a Woozle.

 

"You mean, in case it really is two Woozles," said

Winnie-the-Pooh, and Piglet said that anyhow he had nothing to

do until Friday. So off they went together.

 

There was a small spinney of larch trees just here, and

it seemed as if the two Woozles, if that is what they were, had

been going round this spinney; so round this spinney went Pooh

and Piglet after them; Piglet passing the time by telling Pooh

what his Grandfather Trespassers W had done to Remove Stiffness

after Tracking, and how his Grandfather Trespassers W had

suffered in his later years from Shortness of Breath, and other

matters of interest, and Pooh wondering what a Grandfather was

like, and if perhaps this was Two Grandfathers they were after

now, and, if so, whether he would be allowed to take one home

and keep it, and what Christopher Robin would say. And still

the tracks went on in front of them....

 

Suddenly Winnie-the-Pooh stopped, and pointed excitedly

in front of him. "Look!"

 

"What?" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show

that he hadn't been frightened, he jumped up and down once or

twice more in an exercising sort of way.

 

"The tracks!" said Pooh. "A third animal has joined the

other two!" "Pooh!" cried Piglet "Do you think it is another

Woozle?"

 

"No," said Pooh, "because it makes different marks. It

is either Two Woozles and one, as it might be, Wizzle, or Two,

as it might be, Wizzles and one, if so it is, Woozle. Let us

continue to follow them."

 

So they went on, feeling just a little anxious now, in

case the three animals in front of them were of Hostile Intent.

And Piglet wished very much that his Grandfather T. W. were

there, instead of elsewhere, and Pooh thought how nice it would

be if they met Christopher Robin suddenly but quite

accidentally, and only because he liked Christopher Robin so

much. And then, all of a sudden, Winnie-the-Pooh stopped again,

and licked the tip of his nose in a cooling manner, for he was

feeling more hot and anxious than ever in his life before.

There were four animals in front of them!

 

"Do you see, Piglet? Look at their tracks! Three, as it

were, Woozles, and one, as it was, Wizzle. Another Woozle has

joined them!"

 

And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks; crossing

over each other here, getting muddled up with each other there;

but, quite plainly every now and then, the tracks of four sets

of paws.

 

"I think," said Piglet, when he had licked the tip of

his nose too, and found that it brought very little comfort, "I

think that I have just remembered something. I have just

remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday and sha'n't

be able to do to-morrow. So I suppose I really ought to go back

and do it now."

 

"We'll do it this afternoon, and I'll come with you,"

said Pooh.

 

"It isn't the sort of thing you can do in the

afternoon," said Piglet quickly. "It's a very particular

morning thing, that has to be done in the morning, and, if

possible, between the hours of What would you say the time

was?"

 

"About twelve," said Winnie-the-Pooh, looking at the

sun.

 

"Between, as I was saying, the hours of twelve and

twelve five. So, really, dear old Pooh, if you'll excuse me --

I need to meet up with Hoopy

 

[Rachael]

not like Wuzzles then? Does anyone else remember Wuzzles???

 

Rach

[scooby dooby doo]

Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way, and

said that he had nothing to do until Friday, and would be

delighted to come, in case it really was a Woozle.

---

 

That paragraph is very VERY good *thumbup*

 

Can you teach me how to scratch my ear "in a nice sort of way" please 🤔

 

HOOPY 500 kg R706KGU

[ewenm]

I'd rather be taught how to have "nothing to do until Friday"

E.

[Violet Elizabeth]

Experience has taught me that humans cannot scratch things in a nice way.

 

If our dog scratches his ear...it looks cute. If I scratch my ear...I get told off

[Morls]

No, human scratching can be OK.

 

I remember as a teenager, seeing The iconic 80s Athena poster of the tennis bird scratching her bum

 

It did exist didn't it? Or did I dream it 😳

 

 

 

Mark

 

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