"Heff," said Piglet, breathing so hard that he could hardly speak, "a Hell—a Heff—a Heffalump."
"Where?"
"Up there," said Piglet, waving his paw.
"What did it look like?"
"Like—like——— It had the biggest head you ever saw, Christopher Robin. A great enormous thing, like—like nothing. A huge big—well, like a—I don't know—like an enormous big nothing. Like a jar."
"Well," said Christopher Robin, putting on his shoes, "I shall go and look at it. Come on."
Piglet wasn't afraid if he had Christopher Robin with him, so off they went. . . .
"I can hear it, can't you?" said Piglet anxiously, as they got near.
"I can hear something," said Christopher Robin.
It was Pooh bumping his head against a tree-root he had found.
"There!" said Piglet. "Isn't it awful?" And he held on tight to Christopher Robin's hand.
Suddenly Christopher
