Fourteen (or fifteen) pots of honey

Darren Nelson

A certain bear that just about everyone knows (his name is Pooh, Winnie-the-Pooh, to be exact)—this bear was counting his pots of honey one day when Rabbit came in. Rabbit and Pooh said hello, in their way, which is 'Hallo,' and then Pooh thought he might have lost count, so he asked Rabbit if he had been at fourteen or fifteen pots. Rabbit didn't see why it mattered, but Pooh said he just liked to count how many he had, as it was comforting to know.

Maybe you remember that story.^{See A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner (New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., 1950) .} I specially love it, because Mum and I have our own true story that's like it. One day I was sitting in my house thinking about things. I was not feeling like Pooh, but I might have been wishing I had a silly old bear like Pooh. That day I was not happy about my head, which was hurting me. And I was not happy about my brother either, who was sometimes a nice brother, but that morning he took my candy bar without even asking.

After thinking about things for a while, I went to my mum. "I need something good," I said.

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