
Pooh: You mean elephants and weasels.
Tigger: That’s what I said -- “heffalumps” and “woozles.”
Pooh: Well, what do heffa -- lalla -- What do they do?
Tigger: Oh, nothin’ much. Just steal honey.
Pooh: Steal honey?
Tigger: Yeah, they sure do. I’d better be bouncing along now, chum. Cheerio!
…
Until, at last… Pooh fell asleep and began to dream.






