“Do Tiggers like honey?”
“They like everything,” said Tigger cheerfully.
Tigger took a large mouthful of honey… and he looked up at the celing with his head on one side, and made exploring noises with his tongue and considering noises, and what-have-we-got-here noises… and then he said in a very decided voice:
“Tiggers don’t like honey.”
“Oh!” said Pooh, and tried to make it sound Sad and Regretful. “I thought they liked everything.”
“Everything except honey,’ said Tigger.
Pooh felt rather pleased about this, and said that, as soon as he had finished his own breakfast, he would take Tigger round to Piglet’s house, and Tigger could try some of Piglet’s haycorns.
“Thank you, Pooh,” said Tigger, “because haycorns is really what Tiggers like best.”
Piglet pushed the bowl of haycorns towards Tigger, and said: “Help yourself,” and then he got close up to Pooh and felt much braver, and said, “So you’re Tigger? Well, Well!” in a careless sort of voice. But Tigger said nothing because his mouth was full of haycorns…
After a long munching noise he said:
“Ee-eers o i a-ors.”
And when Pooh and Piglet said “What?” he said
“Shoos ee,” and went outside for a moment.
When he came back he said firmly:
“Tiggers don’t like haycorns.”