it awkwardly into a cough): “H’r’m! What’s all this?”
Piglet (surprised): “Hullo! This is a trap I’ve made, and I’m waiting for a Heffalump to fall into it.”
Heffalump (greatly disappointed): “Oh!” (after a long silence): “Are you sure?”
Piglet: “Yes.”
Heffalump: “Oh!” (nervously): “I—I thought it was a trap I’d made to catch Piglets.”
Piglet (surprised): “Oh, no!”
Heffalump: “Oh!” (apologetically): “I—I must have got it wrong, then.”
Piglet: “I’m afraid so.” (politely): “I’m sorry.” (he goes on humming.)
Heffalump: ‘“Well—well—I—well. I suppose I’d better be getting back?”
Piglet (looking up carelessly): “Must you? Well, if you see Christopher Robin anywhere, you might tell him I want him.”
Heffalump (eager to please): “Certainly! Certainly!” (he hurries off.)
Pooh (who wasn’t going to be there, but we find we can’t do without him): “Oh, Piglet, how brave and clever you are!”
Piglet (modestly): “Not at all, Pooh.” (And then, when Christopher Robin comes, Pooh can tell him all about it.)
