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Tigger
"Strornry good..."
'Hallo!' said Pooh.
'Hallo!' said Tigger. 'I've found somebody just like me. I thought I was the only one of them... excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table,' and with one loud Worraworraworraworraworra 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?'
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 'Do Tiggers like honey?'
'They like everything,' said Tigger cheerfully.
'Hallo Piglet. This is Tigger.'
'Oh, is it?' said Piglet, and he edged round to the other side of the table. 'I thought Tiggers were smaller than that.'
'Not the big ones,' said Tigger.
* * * * *
 They crouched in the bracken, listening...There was a pattering noise... then silence again.
'Hallo!' said Tigger, and he sounded so close suddenly that Piglet would have jumped if Pooh hadn't accidently been sitting on most of him.
'It's a funny thing about Tiggers,' whispered Tigger to Roo, 'how Tiggers never get lost.'
'Why don't they, Tigger?'
'They just don't,' explained Tigger. 'That's just how it is.'
...visit Tigger's friend Roo, perhaps
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