X-Google-Language: ENGLISH,ASCII-7-bit X-Google-Thread: fbb9d,eb49bfe53c9f552c,start X-Google-Attributes: gidfbb9d,public X-Google-ArrivalTime: 1995-03-05 23:30:24 PST Path: bga.com!news.sprintlink.net!news.wwa.com!not-for-mail From: Jenn Maxwell Newsgroups: rec.arts.ascii Subject: Line: Pooh picture story; Request: Pooh illistrations wanted Date: 4 Mar 1995 13:45:07 -0600 Organization: University Computing Services - Oregon State University Lines: 125 Sender: boba@gagme.wwa.com Approved: boba@wwa.com Message-ID: <3jag03$4h9@gagme.wwa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: gagme.wwa.com Can anyone add some more illistrations to this? Make sure you add your name to the credits at the bottom. ---------------------------------------------- "Good morning, Eeyore," shouted Piglet. "Good morning, Little Piglet, " said Eeyore. "If it _is_ a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he. "Not that it matters," he said. __------------_ _ "Many happy returns of the day," said _- \ \ Piglet, having now got closer. - \ ||| Eeyore stopped looking at himself in //: | | | || stream, and turned to stare at Piglet. //v:v \ \ ) __( | || "Just say that again," he said. || : | | |----- | | | || "Many hap-" /_/|:__-\_\_) (_(_ _/ MM "Wait a moment." Balancing on three legs, he began to bring his fourth leg very cautiously up to his ear. "I did this yesterday," he explained, as he fell down for the third time. "It's quite easy. It's so as I can hear better....There, that's done it! Now then, what were you saying?" He pushed his ear forward with his hoof. "Many happy returns of the day," said Piglet again. "Meaning me?" "Of course, Eeyore." "My birthday?" "Yes." "Me having a real birthday?" "Yes, Eeyore, and I've brought you a present." Eeyore took down his right hoof from his right ear, turned round, and with great difficulty put up his left hoof. "I must have that in the other ear, " he said. "Now then." "A present," said Piglet very loudly. "Meaning me again?" "Yes." "My birthday still?" "Of course, Eeyore." "Me going on having a real birthday?" "Yes, Eeyore, and I've brought you a present." Eeyore took down his right hoof from his right ear, turned round, and with great difficulty put up his left hoof. "I must have that in the other ear, " he said. "Now then." "A present," said Piglet very loudly. "Meaning me again?" "Yes." "My birthday still?" "Of course, Eeyore." "Me going on having a real birthday?" "Yes, Eeyore, and I brought you a balloon." "_Balloon?_?" said Eeyore. "You did say balloon? One of those big coloured things you blow up? Gaiety, song-and-dance, here we are and there we are?" "Yes, but I'm afraid-I'm very sorry, Eeyore-but when I was running along to bring it to you, I fell down." "Dear, dear, how unlucky! You ran too fast, I expect. You didn't hurt yourself, Little Piglet?" "No, but I-I-oh, Eeyore, I burst the balloon!" There was a very long silence. "My balloon?" said Eeyore at last. "Yes, Eeyore," said Piglet, sniffing a little. "Here it is. With-with many happy returns of the day." And he gave Eeyore the small piece of damp rag. _ "Is this it?" said Eeyore, a little surprised. _<_/_ Piglet nodded again. __/ _> "My present?" '\ ' | Piglet nodded again. \___/ "The balloon?" /+++\ "Yes." o=|..|..| "Thank you piglet," said Eeyore. "You don't | o/..| mind my asking," he went on, "but what colour was this 0==|+++++| balloon when it-when it _was_ a balloon?" 0======/ "Red." "I just wondered...Red," he murmured to himself. "My favourite colour....How big was it?" "About as big as me." "I just wondered....About as big as Piglet." he said to himself sadly. "My favourite size. Well, well." Piglet felt very miserable, and didn't know what to say. He was still opening his mouth to begin saying _that_, when he heard a shout from the other side of the river, and there was Pooh. "Many happy returns of the day," called out Pooh, forgetting that he had said it already. "Thank you, Pooh, I'm having them," said Eeyore gloomily. "I've brought you a little present," said Pooh excitedly. "I've had it." said Eeyore. Pooh had now splashed across the stream to Eeyore, and Piglet was sitting a little way off, his head in his paws, snuffling to himself. "It's a Useful Pot," said Pooh. "Here it is. And it's got 'A Very Happy Birthday with love from Pooh' written on it. That's what all that writing is. And it's for putting things in. There!" _ When Eeyore saw the pot, he became quite __( )_ excited. ( (o____ "Why!" he said, "I believe my balloon will | | just fit into that pot!" | (__/ "Oh, no, Eeyore," said Pooh. "Balloons are \ / ___ much too too big to go into Pots. What you do / \ \___/ with a balloon is, you hold the balloon-" / ^ / Very\ "Not Mine," said Eeyore proudly. "Look, | | |__|_Birthd| Piglet!" And as Piglet looked sorrowfully round, | \______)____/ Eeyore picked the balloon up with his teeth, and \ / placed it carefully in the pot; picked it out and \ /_ put it on the ground; and then picked it up again | ( __) and put it carefully back. (____) "So it does!" said Pooh. "It goes in!" "So it does!" said Piglet. "And it comes out!" "Doesn't it?" said Eeyore. "It goes in and out like anything." "I'm very glad," said Pooh happily, "that I thought of giving you a Useful Pot to put things in." "I'm very glad," said Piglet happily, "that I thought of giving you Something to put in a Useful Pot." But Eeyore wasn't listening. He was taking the balloon out, and putting it back again, as happy as could be..... HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY!!!:) >>>-----Gretchen-----> and >>>----Jenn----> ---------------------------------------------------------------- Credits... Story by A. A. Milne Illistrations by Kurt Scaletta, based on the work of E. H. Shephard