Winnie-the-Pooh
and the Royal Birthday
Inspired by
A.A.Milne & E.H.Shepard
with decorations by
手纹身Mark Burgess
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Y ou could tell that Christopher Robin had something important to say from the way he clasped his knees tightly and wriggled his toes. Everybody gathered round and looked at him expectantly.
“I’ve heard that her Majesty ...” Christopher Robin began.
“Oh,” squeaked Piglet in a state of great excitement.
“Her Royal Highness ...” he went on.
“Quite so, quite so,” agreed Rabbit.
“The Queen of England ...” he said quickly before anyone el could interrupt him.
“Oh, The Queen,” said Pooh Bear, much relieved. “The other people you mentioned sounded much too tall and fearsome, but The Queen is quite different.”
Pooh had once nt a letter and was told to stick on a small picture of The Queen. It stuck more to his no than to the letter but it told the postman that it was Most Urgent and that The Queen Says It Must Be Sent and so he was sure it had been.
“As I was saying,” said Christopher Robin, passing Pooh a honey sandwich so that he might continue speaking, “Her Majesty The Queen is celebrating an important birthday, her ninetieth birthday.如何做网络销售
山东本科线And we should too. Celebrate it, that is, by giving her a prent.”
A prent is Something and to have two is Something El.”
Both Pooh and Piglet blushed slightly. They had a memory of a wonderful balloon and a large jar of the best honey that had begun as Exceedingly Good prents and then, due to various mishaps, had become Rather Disappointing prents, but which were prents nevertheless and as Eeyore had said – that was Something.
“The question is,” said Rabbit importantly, “what do Queens like best?”
“Honey, I should think,” sighed Pooh, looking at the small, sticky crumb where the honey sandwiches had once been.
“I’ve heard,” said Christopher Robin, who knew a great deal about far away places like the other side of the Forest and London, “that The Queen has a grand tea every day in her palace, with buttered toast and crumpets, so I shouldn’t think we’d need to give
her anything to eat. Her prent should be something to treasure.”
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“I’ve never had much luck finding treasure,” sighed Pooh. “But I did once find the North Pole. Do you suppo The Queen might like that?”
The friends thought this an excellent idea but it wasn’t long before they realid that finding the North Pole once was a very fine thing but that finding it again was an altogether different thing.
Suddenly the Forest emed to be full of sticks that could or could not be the North Pole.青衣谣
“This will never do,” announced Rabbit.
Doing all tho busy things that busy Queens do.
But The Queen could never know, as you and I do,
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So from a forest far away, for your special day,
We’re nding you some quiet and a little time to play.
And quiet there was. The sort of quiet that makes the tip of your no turn a sunt-shade of pink.
“Bear,” announced Christopher Robin solemnly. “That hum is fit for a Queen. That hum shall be The Queen’s prent. Owl shall write it out and you and I and Eeyore will deliver it to Buckingham Palace. And Piglet must come too becau London is a very big place indeed and even small animals, if they are very good friends, can
make everything alright.”
