"We'll read to you," said Rabbit cheerfully. "And I hope it won't snow," he added. "And I say, old fellow, you're taking up a good deal of room in my house-do you mind if I use your back legs as a towel-horse? Because, I mean, there they are-doing nothing-and it would be very convenient just to hang the
towels on them."
"A week!" said Pooh gloomily. "What about meals?"
"I'm afraid no meals," said Christopher Robin, "because of getting thin quicker.
But we will read to you."
Bear began to sigh, and then found he couldn't because he was so tightly stuck; and a tear rolled down his eye, as he said:
"Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged
Bear in Great Tightness?" So for a week Christopher
Robin read that sort of book at the North end of Pooh, and Rabbit hung his washing on the South end... and in between Bear felt himself getting slenderer and slenderer. And at the end of the week Christopher Robin said,
"Now!"
So he took hold of Pooh's front paws and Rabbit took hold of Christopher Robin, and all Rabbit's friends and relations took hold of Rabbit, and they all pulled
together...
And for a long time Pooh only said "Ow!"...
And "Oh!"...
And then, all of a sudden, he said "Pop!" just as if a cork were coming out of
bottle.
And Christopher Robin and Rabbit and all Rabbit's friends and relations went
head-over-heels backwards... and on the top of them came