‘Suppose,’ he said to Piglet, ‘you wanted to catch me, how would you do it?’

‘Well,’ said Piglet, ‘I should do it like this. I should make a Trap, and I should put a Jar of Honey in the Trap, and you would smell it, and you would go in after it, and—’

‘And I would go in after it,’ said Pooh excitedly, ‘only very carefully so as not to hurt myself, and I would get to the Jar of Honey, and I should lick round the edges first of all, pretending that there wasn’t any more, you know, and then I should walk away and think about it a little, and then I should come back and start licking in the middle of the jar, and then—’

‘Yes, well never mind about that. There you would be, and there I should catch you. Now the first thing to think of is, What do Heffalumps like? I should think acorns, shouldn’t you? We’ll get a lot of – I say, wake up, Pooh!’

Pooh, who had gone into a happy dream, woke up with a start, and said that Honey was a much more trappy thing than Haycorns. Piglet didn’t think so; and they were just going to argue about it, when Piglet remembered that, if they put acorns in the Trap, he would have to find the acorns, but if they put honey, then Pooh would have to give up some of his own honey, so he said, ‘All right, honey then,’ just as Pooh remembered it too, and was going to say, ‘All right, haycorns.’

‘Honey,’ said Piglet to himself in a thoughtful way, as if it were now settled. ‘I’ll dig the pit, while you go and get the honey.’

‘Very well,’ said Pooh, and he stumped off.

As soon as he got home, he went to the larder; and he stood on a chair, and took down a very large jar of honey from the top shelf. It had HUNNY written on it, but, just to make sure, he took off the paper cover and looked at it, and it looked just like honey. ‘But you never can tell,’ said Pooh.