"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever.

Not even when I'm a hundred."

Pooh thought for a little.

"How old shall I be then?"

"Ninety-nine."

Pooh nodded.

"I promise," he said.

Still with his eyes on the world

Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt Pooh's paw.

"Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I--

if I'm not quite--" he stopped and tried again--

"Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand won't you?"

"Understand what?"

"Oh nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet.  

"Come on!"

"Where?" said Pooh.

"Anywhere," said Christopher Robin.

So they went off together.  But wherever they go,

and whatever happens to them on the way,

in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest,

a little boy and his bear will always be playing.