" Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called out " Pooh!" " Yes?" said Pooh. " When I'm--when--Pooh!" " Yes, Christopher Robin?" " I'm not going to do Nothing any more." " Never again?" " Well, not so much. They don't let you." Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again. " Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully. " Pooh, when I'm--you know--when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?" " Just me?" " Yes, Pooh." " Will you be here too?" " Yes Pooh, I will be really. I promise I will be Pooh." " That's good," said Pooh. " 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. "