Narrator: Yes, the time has come at last. Christopher Robin was heading off to school. No one else in the forest knew why or where he was going, just that it had something to do with twice-times, and how to make things called ABCs, and where a place called Brazil is.
Tigger: Say, who are you?
Narrator: I'm the narrator.
Tigger: Oh, well, please, for goodness' sakes, narrate me down from here.
Narrator: And so we come to the last chapter, in which Pooh and Christopher Robin go to the enchanted part of the forest, and we say goodbye.
Winnie the Pooh: Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can't we just go back to page one and start all over again?
Narrator: Sorry, Pooh, but all stories have an ending, you know.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh, bother.
Narrator: Now, the very blustery night turned into a very rainy night. And Pooh kept his lonely vigil, hour, after hour, after hour - until at last - Pooh fell fast asleep - and began to dream.
Narrator: Winnie the Pooh lived in this enchanted forest under the name of Sanders, which means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and he lived under it.
Winnie the Pooh: Could you ssspare a sssmall sssmackerel?
Gopher: Say, you ought to do sssomething about that ssspeech impediment, sssonny.