You and Pooh went out with the blue balloon. You didn't bring anything else with you feeling it would detract from the balloon. And Winnie the Pooh went to a muddy place and started rolling around in the muck so he would look like a small dark cloud to bees. Then, holding onto the blue balloon together, you walked over to, and under the tree, and there you let go. But Winnie the Pooh didn't.
Winnie the pooh lightly floated up the tree, nearly to the top, and stayed there, maybe twenty feet away from the trunk.
"Yippee!" You shouted.
"Isn't this splendid?" Pooh called. "Do I look like a dark cloud?"
"You look more like a bear." You said. But you felt that was a little harsh, so you added "Like a dark bear? Holding a balloon?"
"Not like a dark cloud in front of a clear blue sky?"
"Not. As. Such." You said, like it was a difficult reply when really it was quite straightforward.
"Perhaps it looks different from up here, especially if you're moving around like a bee.
You tried looking blurry at Pooh, but he just looked like Pooh, but blurry, and muddy.
Everyone fell quiet, except the bees. The wind wasn't blowing and so Pooh floated in the sky without going anywhere. He could see honey, he could even smell honey, he could almost taste honey, but he had no way to get to the honey.
"Hallo." Pooh called down softly.
"Hallo." You called back.
"I think the bees suspect something." Pooh called in a big whisper.
"What do they suspect?"
"They just seem suspicious."
"I mean, they might think..." You suggested.
"That would not be so good." Replied Winnie the Pooh sadly.
There was some more buzzing-only silence.
"Hallo." Pooh called again.
"Yes." You said.
"Do you have an umbrella at home?" Pooh asked.
"I think I might." You said, though you would be the one to know for sure.
"I was hoping you could bring it here and open it up. Then you could walk around back and forth under it, every once in a while looking up at me and saying 'Oy, it looks like it might start raining any second now.' I think this might help persuade the bees."
"Silly old Bear!" You laughed, but only to yourself because you were terribly fond of Winnie the Pooh. Then you went home for your umbrella thinking "Maybe I should say 'tut tut it looks like rain' instead of 'oy'." But then you decided to stick with Pooh's original request, because it didn't seem right to change the original.
Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky, and stayed there—level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet away from it.
"Hooray!" you shouted.
"Isn't that fine?" shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you. "What do I look like?"
"You look like a Bear holding on to a balloon," you said.
"Not," said Pooh anxiously, "—not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?"
"Not very much."
"Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can tell with bees."
There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite reach the honey.
After a little while he called down to you.
"Christopher Robin!" he said in a loud whisper.
"I think the bees suspect something!"
"What sort of thing?"
"I don't know. But something tells me that they're suspicious!"
"Perhaps they think that you're after their honey."
"It may be that. You never can tell with bees."
There was another little silence, and then he called down to you again.
"Have you an umbrella in your house?"
"I think so."
"I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say 'Tut-tut, it looks like rain.' I think, if you did that, it would help the deception which we are practising on these bees."
Well, you laughed to yourself, "Silly old Bear!" but you didn't say it aloud because you were so fond of him, and you went home for your umbrella.