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Saying
HUNNY
,
A
goloptious
full-up
pot
too
,
And
I
do
n't
know
where
it
's
got
to
,
No
,
I
do
n't
know
where
it
's
gone
--
Well
,
it
's
funny
.
He
had
murmured
this
to
himself
three
times
in
a
singing
sort
of
way
,
when
suddenly
he
remembered
.
He
had
put
it
into
the
Cunning
Trap
to
catch
the
Heffalump
.
"
Bother
!
"
said
Pooh
.
"
It
all
comes
of
trying
to
be
kind
to
Heffalumps
.
"
And
he
got
back
into
bed
.
But
he
could
n't
sleep
.
The
more
he
tried
to
sleep
,
the
more
he
could
n't
.
He
tried
Counting
Sheep
,
which
is
sometimes
a
good
way
of
getting
to
sleep
,
and
,
as
that
was
no
good
,
he
tried
counting
Heffalumps
.
And
that
was
worse
.
Because
every
Heffalump
that
he
counted
was
making
straight
for
a
pot
of
Pooh
's
honey
,
and
eating
it
all
.
For
some
minutes
he
lay
there
miserably
,
but
when
the
five
hundred
and
eighty-seventh
Heffalump
was
licking
its
jaws
,
and
saying
to
itself
,
"
Very
good
honey
this
,
I
do
n't
know
when
I
've
tasted
better
,
"
Pooh
could
bear
it
no
longer
.
He
jumped
out
of
bed
,
he
ran
out
of
the
house
,
and
he
ran
straight
to
the
Six
Pine
Trees
.
The
Sun
was
still
in
bed
,
but
there
was
a
lightness
in
the
sky
over
the
Hundred
Acre
Wood
which
seemed
to
show
that
it
was
waking
up
and
would
soon
be
kicking
off
the
clothes
.
In
the
half-light
the
Pine
Trees
looked
cold
and
lonely
,
and
the
Very
Deep
Pit
seemed
deeper
than
it
was
,
and
Pooh
's
jar
of
honey
at
the
bottom
was
something
mysterious
,
a
shape
and
no
more
.
But
as
he
got
nearer
lo
it
his
nose
told
him
that
it
was
indeed
honey
,
and
his
tongue
came
out
and
began
to
polish
up
his
mouth
,
ready
for
it
.
