The hundred Acre Wood is a magical forest that can be anywhere and everywhere at once, just by imagining. For instance, it is here and now. It was here, a very long time ago, last Tuesday, that Pooh and Piglet had a great Sandhills Adventure. This is how it went. . .
Pooh recieved 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, Christopher Robin.
While he walked 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 were teaching the bears who can read!
I’d read about birds, 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!