"It's just the place," he explained, "for an Ambush."
"What sort of bush?" whispered Pooh to Piglet. "A gorse-bush?"
"My dear Pooh," said Owl in his superior way, "don't you know what an Ambush is?"
"Owl," said Piglet, looking round at him severely, "Pooh's whisper was a perfectly private whisper, and there was no need--"
"An Ambush," said Owl, "is a sort of Surprise."
"So is a gorse-bush sometimes," said Pooh.
Mark read this one to Ivan and I just yesterday!
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ReplyDeleteVirginia, that's wonderful!
ReplyDeleteEva, is this my own Eva? Did you decide to take on a Google avatar so as to be able to comment on my blog? I'm so happy. I love Pooh, too.
I am not sure how I ended up with one, but somehow I did, so now I can say things on your blog.
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Oh, I love Winnie-the-Pooh so much!
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