Yes, the time had come at last. Christopher Robin was going away to school. Nobody else in the forest knew exactly why or where he was going, all they knew was it had something to do with twice times and how to make things called ABC and where a place called Brazil is.
“Pooh, what do you like doing best in the world?”
“What I like best is me going to visit you, and you saying, how about a pot of honey?"
“I like that too. But what I like best is just doing nothing.”
“How do you do just nothing?”
“Well, it's when the grown-ups ask ‘what are you going to do?’ and you say 'nothing' and then you go out and do it.”
“I like that. Let's do it all the time!”
“You know something Pooh? I can’t do nothing any more.”
“You mean never again?”
“Well, not so much. Pooh, when I'm away just doing nothing will you come up here sometimes?”
“You mean alone? Just me?”
“Yes. And Pooh, promise you won't forget me, ever?”
“Oh I won't Christopher, I promise.”
“Not even when I'm a hundred?”
“How old shall I be then?”
“99, silly old bear.”
Wherever they go and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on top of the forest, a little bear will always be waiting.