Owl is the grand and rather clever old man of the forest. He can also spell Tuesday.
For some time now Pooh had been saying "Yes" and "No" in turn, with his eyes shut, to all that Owl was saying, and having said "Yes, yes" last time, he said "No, not at all" now, without really knowing what Owl was talking about.
So Owl wrote...and this is what he wrote:
- HIPY PAPY BTHETHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY
- Pooh looked on admiringly.
- "I'm just saying 'A Happy Birthday'," said Owl carelessly.
- "It's a nice long one," said Pooh, very much impressed by it.
"It's just the sort of place," he explained, "for an Ambush."
- "What sort of bush?" whispered Pooh to Piglet. "A gorse-bush?"
- "My dear Pooh," said Owl in his superior way, "don't you know what an Ambush is?"
- "Owl," said Piglet, looking round at him severely, "Pooh's whisper was a perfectly private whisper, and there was no need -"
- "An Ambush," said Owl, "is a sort of Surprise."
- "So is a gorse-bush sometimes," said Pooh.
- Pooh had wandered into the Hundred Acre Wood, and was standing in front of what had once been Owl's house. It didn't look at all like a house now, it looked like a tree that had been blown down; and as soon as a house looks like that, it is time you tried to find another one.
- "Well!" said Kanga, and Roo fell in quickly, crying "I must see Owl's sponge! Oh, there it is! Oh, Owl! Owl, it isn't a sponge, it's a spudge! Do you know what a spudge is, Owl? It's when your sponge gets all -" and Kanga said, "Roo, dear!" very quickly, because that's not the way to talk to anybody who can spell TUESDAY.