"You fell on me," said Piglet, feeling himself all over.
"I didn't mean to," said Pooh sorrowfully.
"I didn't mean to be underneath," said Piglet sadly. "But I'm all right now, Pooh, and I am so glad it was you."
"What's happened?" said Pooh. "Where are we?"
"I think we're in a sort of Pit. I was walking along, looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't any more, and just when I got up to see where I was, something fell on me. And it was you."
"So it was," said Pooh.
"Yes," said Piglet. "Pooh," he went on nervously, and came a little closer, "do you think we're in a Trap?"
Pooh hadn't thought about it at all, but now he nodded. For suddenly he remembered how he and Piglet had once made a Pooh Trap for Heffalumps, and he guessed what had happened. He and Piglet had fallen into a Heffalump Trap for Poohs! That was what it was.
"What happens when the Heffalump comes?" asked Piglet tremblingly, when he had heard the news.
"Perhaps he won't notice you, Piglet," said Pooh encouragingly, "because you're a Very Small Animal."