The Hundred Acre Wood is a magical forest that can be anywhere any time, just by imagining it. For instance, it is here and now if you imagine it is. Wherever and whenever the Hundred Acre Wood goes, its inhabitants go too. Including its most famous resident, the bear named Winnie the Pooh.
It was here, a very long time ago—last Fall, in fact—that Winnie the Pooh and his best friend Piglet had a great Sandhills adventure. Like most adventures, this one began with a bother.
Pooh received a letter in his mailbox.
“Oh bother!” said Pooh, “I love getting letters, but can’t ever read them.”
So he took his letter to the only friend he knew who could read, Owl.
While he walked to Owl’s house he wondered what it would be like to be able to read, and soon his wondering became a song. It went like this:
Oh how fine it would be
If letters could mean
What letters were meant to be meaning to me.
Oh how nice it would be
If books could teach me
What books seem to be teaching the bears who can read!
I’d read about honey, I’d read about bees,
I’d read about whatever I fancied.
I’d read about flowers, I’d read about streams
I’d read about bears who still couldn’t read. hee hee!
I suppose that would mean I’d be reading ’bout me! Hoo! Hoo!