Tigger Comes To The Forest And Has Breakfast - Pooh Corner

Please join me while I read "Tigger Comes to the Forest and has Breakfast" from the book "A House at Pooh Corner" by A. A. Milne. This is a 20-minute story, accompanied by an additional 5 minutes of ambient music.

The story: Pooh is awakened from his sleep to find a new friend in the forest, Tigger. Tigger can't seem to find anything to eat for breakfast that he likes. Let's follow the friends to see if Tigger ever finds something he likes.

Transcript

Welcome to Restful Journeys, In this track I will be reading in which Tigger comes to the forest and has breakfast. Please find a comfortable place to sit or lie down and relax, Clear your mind and allow yourself to listen to these words. Let's begin in which Tigger comes to the forest and has breakfast. Winnie the Pooh woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and listened, Then he got out of bed and lit his candle and stumped across the room to see if anybody was trying to get into his honey cupboard, And they weren't, So he stumped back again, Blew out his candle and got into bed, Then he heard the noise again. Is that you, Piglet? He said, But it wasn't. Come in, Christopher Robin, He said, But Christopher Robin didn't. Tell me about tomorrow, Eeyore, Said Pooh sleepily, But the noise went on. Wara-wara-wara-wara-wara-wara, Said whatever it is, And Pooh found that he wasn't asleep after all. What can it be, He thought, There are lots of noises in the forest, But this is a different one, It isn't a growl, It isn't a purr, And it isn't a bark, And it isn't the noise you make before beginning a piece of poetry, But it's a noise of some kind made by a strange animal, And he's making it outside my door, So I shall get up and ask him not to do it. He got out of bed and opened his front door. Hello, Said Pooh, In case there was anything outside. Hello, Said whatever it is. Oh, Said Pooh, Hello, Hello, Oh, There you are, Said Pooh. Hello, Hello, Said the strange animal, Wondering how long this was going on. Pooh was just going to say, Hello, For the fourth time, When he thought that he wouldn't. So he said, Who is it? Instead, Me, Said a voice. Oh, Said Pooh, Well, Come here. So whatever it was, Came here, And in the light of the candle, He and Pooh looked at each other. I'm Pooh, Said Pooh. I'm Tigger, Said Tigger. Oh, Said Pooh, For he had never seen an animal like this before. Does Christopher Robin know about you? Of course he does, Said Tigger. Well, Said Pooh, It's the middle of the night, Which is a good time for going to sleep, And tomorrow morning, We'll have some honey for breakfast. Do Tiggers like honey? They like everything, Said Tigger cheerfully. Then, If they like going to sleep on the floor, I'll go back to bed, Said Pooh, And we'll do things in the morning. Good night, And he got back into bed and went fast to sleep. When he awoke in the morning, The first thing he saw was Tigger, Sitting in front of the glass and looking at himself. Hello, Said Pooh. Hello, Said Tigger. I've found somebody just like me. I thought I was the only one of them. Pooh got out of bed and began to explain what a looking glass was, But just as he was getting to the interesting part, Tigger said, Excuse me a moment, But there's something climbing up on your table, And with one loud, Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, He jumped at the end of the tablecloth, Pulled it to the ground, Wrapped himself up in it three times, Rolled to the other end of the room, And, After a terrible struggle, Got his head into the daylight again and said cheerfully, Have I won? That's my tablecloth, Said Pooh, As he began to unwind Tigger. I wondered what that was, Said Tigger. It goes on the table and you put things on it. Then why did it try to bite me when I wasn't looking? I don't think it did, Said Pooh. I tried, Said Tigger, But I was too quick for it. Pooh put the cloth back on the table, And he put a large honeypot on the cloth, And they sat down to breakfast, And as soon as they sat down, Tigger took a large mouthful of honey, And he looked up at the ceiling with his head on one side, And made exploring noises with his tongue and considering noises, And what have we got here, Noises, And then he said in a very decided voice, Tiggers don't like honey. Oh, Said Pooh, And tried to make it sound sad and regretful. I thought they liked everything. Everything except honey, Said Tigger. Pooh felt rather pleased about it, And said that, As soon as he had finished his own breakfast, He would take Tigger round to Piglet's house, And Tigger could try some of Piglet's acorns. Thank you, Pooh, Said Tigger, Because acorns is what Tiggers like best. So after breakfast, They went round to see Piglet, And Pooh explained as they went that Piglet was a very small animal who didn't like bouncing, And asked Tigger not to be too bouncy just at first, And Tigger, Who had been hiding behind trees and jumping out on Pooh's shadow when it wasn't looking, Said that Tiggers were only bouncy before breakfast, And that as soon as they had a few acorns, They became quiet and refined. So by and by, They knocked at the door of Piglet's house. Hello, Pooh, Said Piglet. Hello, Piglet, This is Tigger. Oh, Is it, Said Piglet, And he edged around to the other side of the table. I thought smaller than that. Not the big ones, Said Tigger. They like acorns, Said Pooh, So that's what we've come for, Because poor Tigger hasn't had any breakfast yet. Piglet pushed the bowl of acorns toward Tigger and said, Help yourself, And then he got close up to Pooh and felt much braver and said, So, You're Tigger, Well, Well, In a careless sort of voice, But Tigger said nothing because his mouth was full of acorns. After a long munching noise, He said, Eeyors, Oh, Eeyors, And when Pooh and Piglet said, What, He said, Scoozy, And went outside for a moment. When he came back, He said firmly, Tiggers don't like acorns. But you said they liked everything except honey, Said Pooh. Everything except honey and acorns, Explained Tigger. When he heard this, Pooh said, Oh, I see, And Piglet, Who was rather glad that Tiggers didn't like acorns, Said, What about thistles? Thistles, Said Tigger, Is what Tiggers like best. Then let's go along and see Eeyor, Said Piglet. So the three of them went, And after they had walked and walked and walked, They came to the part of the forest where Eeyor was. Hello, Eeyor, Said Pooh. This is Tigger. What's this? Said Eeyor. This, Explained Pooh and Piglet together, And Tigger smiled his happiest smile and said nothing. Eeyor walked around Tigger one way, And turned and walked around him the other way. What did you say it was? He asked. Tigger. Ah, Said Eeyor. He's just come, Explained Piglet. Ah, Said Eeyor again. He thought for a long time, Then said, When is he going? Pooh explained to Eeyor that Tigger was a friend of Christopher Robbins, Who had come to stay in the forest, And Piglet explained to Tigger that he mustn't mind what Eeyor said, Because he was always gloomy, And Eeyor explained to Piglet that, On the contrary, He was feeling particularly cheerful this morning, And Tigger explained to anybody who was listening that he hadn't had any breakfast yet. I knew there was something, Said Pooh. Tigger's always eat thistles, So that is why we came to see you, Eeyor. Don't mention it, Pooh. Oh, Eeyor, I didn't mean that I didn't want to see you. Quite, Quite. But your new stripy friend, Naturally, He wants his breakfast. What did you say his name was? Tigger. Then come this way, Tigger. Eeyor led the way to the most thistly-looking patch of his thistles that ever was, And waved a hoof at it. A little patch I was keeping for my birthday, He said. But, After all, What are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow. Help yourself, Tigger. Tigger thanked him and looked a little anxiously at Pooh. Are these really thistles? He whispered. Yes, Said Pooh. What Tigger's like best? That's right, Said Pooh. I see, Said Tigger. So he took a large mouthful, And he gave a large crunch. Ow, Said Tigger. He sat down and put his paw to his mouth. What's the matter? Asked Pooh. Hush, Mumbled Tigger. Your friend, Said Eeyor, Appears to have bitten on a bee. Pooh's friend stopped shaking his head to get the prickles out, And explained that Tigger's didn't like thistles. Then why bend a perfectly good one? Asked Eeyor. But you said, Began Pooh. You said that Tigger's liked everything except honey and acorns. And thistles, Said Tigger, Who was now running around in circles with his tongue hanging out. Pooh looked at him sadly. What are we going to do? He asked Piglet. Piglet knew the answer to that, And he said at once that they must go and see Christopher Robin. You'll find him with Kanga, Said Eeyor. He came close to Pooh, And said in a loud whisper, Could you ask your friend to do his exercises somewhere else? I shall be having lunch directly, And don't want it bounced on just before I begin. A trifling matter, And fuzzy of me, But we all have our little ways. Pooh nodded solemnly, And called to Tigger. Come along, And we'll go and see Kanga. She's sure to have lots of breakfast for you. Tigger finished his last circle, And came up to Pooh and Piglet. Hush, He exclaimed with a large and friendly smile. Come on, And he rushed off. Pooh and Piglet walked slowly behind him, And as they walked, And as they walked, Piglet said nothing, Because he couldn't think of anything, And Pooh said nothing, Because he was thinking of a poem, And when he had thought of it, He began. What shall we do about poor little Tigger? If he never eats nothing, He'll never be bigger. He doesn't like honey, And acorns, And thistles, Because of the taste, And because of the bristles, And all the good things which an animal likes, Have all the wrong sort of swallow, Or too many spikes. He's quite big enough anyhow, Said Piglet. He isn't really very big. Well, He seems so. Pooh was thoughtful when he heard this, And then he murmured to himself. But whatever his weight in pounds, Shillings, And ounces, He always seems bigger, Because of his bounces, And that's the whole poem, He said. Do you like it, Piglet? All except the shillings, Said Piglet. I don't think they ought to be there. They wanted to come in after the pounds, Explained Pooh. So I let them. It is the best way to write poetry, Letting things come. Oh, I didn't know, Said Piglet. Tigger had been bouncing in front of them all this time, Turning around every now and then, To ask, Is this the way? And now, At last, They came in sight of Kanga's house. And there was Christopher Robin. Tigger rushed up to him. Oh, Here you are, Tigger, Said Christopher Robin. I knew you'd be somewhere. I've been finding things in the forest. Said Tigger importantly. I found a Pooh, And a Piglet, And an Eeyore, But I can't find any breakfast. Pooh and Piglet came up and hugged Christopher Robin, And explained what had been happening. Don't you know what Tigger's like? Asked Pooh. I expect if I thought very hard, I should, Said Christopher Robin. But I thought Tigger knew. I do, Said Tigger. Everything there is in the world except honey and acorns. And what were those hot things called? Thistles. Yes, Those. Oh, Well then, Kanga can give you some breakfast. So they went into Kanga's house, And when Roo had said, Hello, Pooh, And Hello, Piglet, Once, And Hello, Tigger, Twice, Because he had never said it before, And it sounded funny. They told Kanga what they wanted, And Kanga said very kindly, Well, Look in my cupboard, Tigger dear, And see what you'd like, Because she knew at once that, However big Tigger seemed to be, He wanted as much kindness as Roo. Shall I look too, Said Pooh, Who was beginning to feel a little eleven o'clockish, And he found a small tin of condensed milk, And something seemed to tell him that Tigger didn't like this. So he took it into a corner by himself and went with it to see that nobody interrupted it. But the more Tigger put his nose into this and his paw into that, The more things he found that Tigger's didn't like. And when he had found everything in the cupboard and couldn't eat any of it, He said to Kanga, What happens now? But Kanga and Christopher Robin and Piglet were all standing round Roo, Watching him have his extract of malt, And Roo was saying, Must I? And Kanga was saying, Now, Roo dear, You remember what you promised? What is it? Whispered Tigger to Piglet. His strengthening medicine, Said Piglet. He hates it. So Tigger came closer and he leant over the back of Roo's chair, And suddenly he put out his tongue and took one large gollop. And with a sudden jerk of surprise, Kanga said, Oh, And then clutched at the spoon again, Just as it was disappearing, And pulled it safely back out of Tigger's mouth. But the extract malt had gone. Tigger, Dear, Said Kanga. He's taken my medicine. He's taken my medicine. He's taken my medicine, Sang Roo happily, Thinking it was a tremendous joke. Then Tigger looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. And his tongue went round and round his chops, In case he had left any outside. And a peaceful smile came over his face. As he said, So that's what Tigger's like. Which explains why he always lived at Kanga's house afterwards, And had extract of malt for breakfast, Dinner, And tea. And sometimes when Kanga thought he wanted strengthening, He had a spoonful or two of Roo's breakfast after meals as medicine. But I think, Said Piglet, That he's been strengthening quite enough. That concludes In Which Tigger Comes to the Forest and Has Breakfast. I hope that you have enjoyed this story, Become relaxed, And possibly fallen asleep.

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