“Did I miss?” you asked.

“You didn’t exactly miss,”Said Pooh, “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 on to 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 Pooh.

好了，你们俩带着蓝色汽球一起走，你还带着自己的枪以防万一，就是你向来那般。Winnie- the- Pooh 去了一个他知道那里有很多泥浆的地方，滚呀滚呀直至全身都黑呼呼。然后，你们都握着那绳子；当汽球愈吹愈大，你突然间放手，而Pooh 就优雅地飘浮到天空去了，并停在那里── 大概就是树顶那么高，离地有二十尺。

「好啊！」你叫着。

「这不是很好么？」Winnie- the- Pooh 向你喊着，「我看起来像甚么呢？」

「你像一只小熊抓着一个汽球，」你说。

「不──」Pooh 担心地说，「──不像蓝天中飘浮着的一朵小黑云吗？」

「不太像。」

「呀，这样，也许在我这里看起来会不一样。而且，我说过，你永远猜不着蜜蜂想甚么的。」

当时没有风把他吹近那棵树，所以他就停留在那里。他可以看见那些蜜糖，他可以嗅到那些蜜糖，但他碰不到那些蜜糖。

过了一会儿他向你大喊。

「Christopher Robin！」

「嗨！」

「我想蜜蜂们侦察到一些事情！」

「甚么事情？」

「我不知道。但我感觉到他们是很警惕的！」

「也许他们知道你想取蜜糖。」

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