" And out floated Eeyore. " Eeyore!" cried everybody. Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge. " It's Eeyore!" cried Roo, terribly excited. " Is that so?" said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. " I wondered." " I didn't know you were playing," said Roo. " I'm not," said Eeyore. " Eeyore, what are you doing there?" said Rabbit. " I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak-tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer." " But, Eeyore," said Pooh in distress, " what can we--I mean, how shall we--do you think if we--" " Yes," said Eeyore. " One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh. "