In which Christopher Robin does a little bit of Nothing.
Some people complained that the island had nothing to do. Christopher Robin was not one of them. So far he today he had spent the morning doing his homework for Miss Shirley and Mr Davies' classes, and then practised his times tables, which he was quite confident in now all the way through nine times seven. Pooh and Piglet had watched, although neither of them was especially good with either letters or times tables.
Then after lunch he had taken the fishing pole Mr Gump had made for his birthday, and the three of them gone up to the Pooh-Sticks Bridge to sit on the edge and fish. They had't caught anything, although Piglet said he was quite certain he'd seen at least one fish, and Pooh had made up a little song about fishing that had quite a lot of "tra la las."
But out of everything, Christopher Robin still liked doing Nothing best of all, so as it came around time for tea, he put the fishing pole aside and lay on his back, with Pooh against one side and Piglet the other, watching the sky and picking out shapes in the clouds.
Then after lunch he had taken the fishing pole Mr Gump had made for his birthday, and the three of them gone up to the Pooh-Sticks Bridge to sit on the edge and fish. They had't caught anything, although Piglet said he was quite certain he'd seen at least one fish, and Pooh had made up a little song about fishing that had quite a lot of "tra la las."
But out of everything, Christopher Robin still liked doing Nothing best of all, so as it came around time for tea, he put the fishing pole aside and lay on his back, with Pooh against one side and Piglet the other, watching the sky and picking out shapes in the clouds.