So when he had sung this, he got up off his stone, walked back across the stream, and set off for Rabbit's house.
But he hadn't got far before he began to say to himself:
"Yes, but suppose Rabbit is out?"
"Or suppose I get stuck in his front door again, coming out, as I did once when his front door wasn't big enough?"
"Because I know I'm not getting fatter, but his front door may be getting thinner."
"So wouldn't it be better if——"
And all the time he was saying things like this he was going more and more westerly, without thinking ... until suddenly he found himself at his own front door again.
And it was eleven o'clock.
Which was Time-for-a-little-something....
Half an hour later he was doing what he had always really meant to do, he was stumping off to Piglet's house. And as he walked, he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw, and sang rather a fluffy song through the fur. It went like this: