Pooh gave a deep sigh and tried very hard to listen to what Owl was saying.
But Owl went on and on until at last he came back to where he started, and he explained that the person to write out this notice was Christopher Robin.
�Did you see the ones on my front door?�
For some time now Pooh had been saying �Yes� and �No� in turn to all that Owl was saying. He said, �No, not at all,� now, without really knowing what Owl was talking about.
�Didn�t you see them?� said Owl, a little surprised. �Come and look at them now.�
So they went outside. And Pooh looked at the knocker and the notice below it, and he looked at the bell-rope and the notice below it, and the more he looked at the bell-rope, the more he felt that he had seen something like it, somewhere else, sometime before.
�It reminds me of something,� Pooh said. �Where did you get it?�
�I just came across it in the forest. It was hanging over a bush and I thought at first somebody lived there, so I rang it, and nothing happened and then I rang it again very loudly and it came off in my hand, and as nobody seemed to want it, I took it home, and . . .�
�Owl,� said Pooh solemnly, �you made a mistake. Somebody did want it.�
�Who?�
�Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore. He was attached to it,� said Winnie-the-Pooh sadly.
With these words he unhooked it, and carried it back to Christopher Robin . . .
. . . who put it back where it belonged.
Eeyore frisked about the forest, waving his tail so happily that Winnie-the-Pooh came over all funny, and had to hurry home for a little snack of something to sustain him.
And, wiping his mouth half an hour afterwards, he sang to himself proudly:
�Who found the tail? �I,� said Pooh. At a
