“This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.”—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"And how are you?" said Winnie-the-Pooh. "Not very how," he said. "I don’t seem to have felt at all how for a long time." "Dear, dear," said Pooh, "I’m sorry about that. Let’s have a look at you." So Eeyore stood there, gazing sadly at the ground, and Winnie-the-Pooh walked all round him once. "Why, what’s happened to your tail?’ he said in surprise. "What has happened to it?" said Eeyore. "It isn’t there!" "Are you sure?" "Well, either a tail is there or it isn’t there. You can’t make a mistake about it. And yours isn’t there!” "Then what is?" "Nothing.""Let’s have a look," said Eeyore, and he turned slowly round to the place where his tail had been a little while ago, and then, finding that he couldn’t catch it up, he turned round the other way, until he came back to where he was at first, and then he put his head down and looked between his front legs, and at last he said, with a long, sad, sigh, "I believe you’re right." "Of course I’m right," said Pooh. "That Accounts for a Good Deal," said Eeyore gloomily. "It Explains Everything. No Wonder.” "You must have left it somewhere," said Winnie-the-Pooh. "Somebody must have taken it," said Eeyore. "How Like Them," he added, after a long silence. Pooh felt that he ought to say something helpful about it, but didn’t quite know what. So he decided to do something helpful instead. "Eeyore," he said solemnly, "I, Winnie-the-Pooh, will find your tail for you." "Thank you, Pooh," answered Eeyore. "You’re a real friend," said he. "Not like Some,” he said. So Winnie-the-Pooh went off to find Eeyore’s tail……
…..Through copse and spinney marched Bear; down open slopes of gorse and heather, over rocky beds of streams, up steep banks of sandstone into the heather again; and so at last, tired and hungry, to the Hundred Acre Wood. For it was in the Hundred Acre Wood that Owl lived….. Owl lived at the Chestnuts, an old-world residence of great charm, which was grander than anybody else’s, or seemed so to Bear, because it had both a knocker and a bell-pull….. …..he knocked and pulled the knocker, and he pulled and knocked the bell-rope, and he called out in a very loud voice, “Owl! I require and answer! It’s Bear speaking.” And the door opened, and Owl looked out. "Hallo, Pooh, he said. "How’s things?" "Terrible and Sad," said Pooh, because Eeyore who is a friend of mine, has lost his tail. And he’s Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me how to find it for him?”…..
…..”A Reward!” said Owl very loudly. We write a notice to say that we will give a large something to anybody who finds Eeyore’s tail.”….. …..he explained that the person to write out this notice was Christopher Robin. “It was he who wrote the ones on my front door for me. Did you see them, Pooh?” For some time now Pooh had been saying “Yes” and “No” in turn, with his eyes shut, to all that Owl was saying, and having said, “Yes, yes,” last time, he said “No, not at all,” now, without really knowing what Owl was talking about. "Didn’t you see them?" said Owl, a little surprised. "Come and look at them now." So they went outside. And Pooh looked at the knocker and the notice below it, and he looked at the bell-rope and notice below it, and the more he looked at the bell-rope, the more he felt that he had seen something like it, somewhere else, sometime before."Handsome bell-rope, isn’t it?" said Owl. Pooh nodded. "It reminds me of something," he said, "but I can’t think what. Where did you get it?” "I just came across it in the Forest. It was hanging over a bush, and I thought at first somebody lived there, so I rang it, and nothing happened, and then I rang it again very loudly, and it came off in my hand, and as nobody seemed to want it, I took it home, and——” "Owl," said Pooh solemnly, "you made a mistake. Somebody did want it." "Who?" "Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore. He was—he was fond of it." "Fond of it?" "Attached to it," said Winnie-the-Pooh sadly.
So with these words he unhooked it, and carried it back to Eeyore; and when Christopher Robin had nailed it on to it’s right place again, Eeyore frisked about the forest, waving his tail so happily that Winnie-the-Pooh came over all funny, and had to hurry home for a little snack of something to sustain him. And, wiping his mouth half an hour afterwards, he sang to himself proudly:Who found the Tail? "I," said Pooh, "At a quarter to two (Only it was quarter to eleven really), I found the Tail!”