The House at Pooh Corner (1928)
by A.A. Milne
"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought for a little.
"How old shall I be then?"
"I promise," he said.
Still with his eyes on the world, Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh's paw.
"Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I - if I'm not quite -" he stopped and tried again - "Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?"
"Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come on!"
"Where?" said Pooh.
"Anywhere," said Christopher Robin.
So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.
Sigh ... there isn't much in this world I love more than the original tales of Winnie-the-Pooh written by A. A. Milne with the non-Disney-fied illustrations of Ernest H. Shepard. I will swallow my pride and tell you that a stuffed Tigger watches me sleep, the first Shepard illustration of Christopher Robin dragging Pooh "bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head" down the stairs is framed on my bedroom wall, a sizable portion of my Disney snowglobe collection (yes ... I have one, thank you very much) is Pooh-related, and a boxed set of the original Pooh books by Milne occupies a treasured place on my Children's Lit shelf. 'Nuff said ...