"This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it." But somehow, despite Eeyore's strong opinion about the word business, Winnie the Pooh has changed the face of children's literature -- and brightened children's faces for 80 years now. This laudable record for longevity is recognized in this tastefully designed deluxe edition, which features a specially designed gold ink cover with a die-cut window that reveals the full-color art on the case cover. The text and Ernest H. Shepard's immortal illustrations are printed in full color on cream-colored stock. Three cheers for Pooh!
Experience the timeless charm of Winnie the Pooh like never before with this delightful audiobook, narrated by Jake Urry. Journey to the Hundred Acre Wood and join Pooh Bear, Piglet, Rabbit, Owl, Tigger, Eeyore, and Christopher Robin in their whimsical adventures.
Jake Urry's warm and engaging voice brings A.A. Milne's beloved characters to life, making this classic tale even more enchanting. Perfect for family listening, bedtime stories, or introducing a new generation to these treasured tales, this audiobook is a heartwarming addition to any collection. Rediscover the magic of childhood with Winnie the Pooh!
Experience the timeless charm of Winnie the Pooh like never before with this delightful audiobook, narrated by Jake Urry. Journey to the Hundred Acre Wood and join Pooh Bear, Piglet, Rabbit, Owl, Tigger, Eeyore, and Christopher Robin in their whimsical adventures.
Jake Urry's warm and engaging voice brings A.A. Milne's beloved characters to life, making this classic tale even more enchanting. Perfect for family listening, bedtime stories, or introducing a new generation to these treasured tales, this audiobook is a heartwarming addition to any collection. Rediscover the magic of childhood with Winnie the Pooh!
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Winnie-the-Pooh
Narrated by Jake Urry
A. A. MilneUnabridged — 3 hours, 7 minutes
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Winnie-the-Pooh
Narrated by Jake Urry
A. A. MilneUnabridged — 3 hours, 7 minutes
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Experience the timeless charm of Winnie the Pooh like never before with this delightful audiobook, narrated by Jake Urry. Journey to the Hundred Acre Wood and join Pooh Bear, Piglet, Rabbit, Owl, Tigger, Eeyore, and Christopher Robin in their whimsical adventures.
Jake Urry's warm and engaging voice brings A.A. Milne's beloved characters to life, making this classic tale even more enchanting. Perfect for family listening, bedtime stories, or introducing a new generation to these treasured tales, this audiobook is a heartwarming addition to any collection. Rediscover the magic of childhood with Winnie the Pooh!
Editorial Reviews
Judging by his smooth, superior performance here, British actor Broadbent may well have spent lots of time in Milne's Hundred Acre Wood. To generations of children who know the Disney-fied version of these characters, Broadbent's Pooh will sound slightly more buffoonish than merely daffy (as Pooh appears in so many of the Disney animated films). However, this new interpretation is well in keeping with the author's creation of the Bear of Very Little Brain. And Pooh's sweet and loyal attributes are never tarnished. Via Broadbent's treatment, the beloved gang that includes enthusiastic Tigger, agitated Rabbit, melancholy Eeyore and, of course, level-headed Christopher Robin, journeys through a series of familiar adventures and maintains a place of honor in the children's audiobook canon of classics. This recording joins those by the late Charles Kuralt as some of the best adaptations of the material. Ages 5-up. (Oct. 2003). Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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“A charming and sincere comic book love letter to Hundred Acre Wood and its inhabitants. Every page is a playfully experimental delight!” —Tom Gauld, Revenge of the Librarians
“A lively, warm and visually inventive rendition of a literary classic. You’ll fall in love with this book page by page!” —Noah Van Sciver, Joseph Smith and the Mormons, Maple Terrace
Congratulations on your outstanding contribution to children and their families. The sort of growth your work inspires speaks for emotional, ethical, and character development. My personal good wishes!”
The production is performed by the incredible Peter Dennis, who plays all the parts with flawless confidence.”
The recording has a wonderful pastoral feeling to it. It is sweetness and warmhearted fun through and through.”
This program exemplifies the potential quality audio has for complementing text. Soothing music introduces and links the stories and verses. Subtle sounds of nature immerse the listener in Pooh’s world and provide a backdrop for Peter Dennis’ enchanting performance. Dennis’ ability to switch characters and moods allows him to accurately portray the range of characters in the stories. Dennis expresses the multitude of emotions in a childlike tone which is key to the success of the program. All ages will enjoy this marvelous performance of Milne’s words.”
Grab a copy of WINNIE-THE-POOH, open to the map of the Hundred-Acre Wood, turn on this recording, and settle in to enjoy the adventures of Christopher Robin and his friends just as A.A. Milne might have shared them with his own family. Producer David Benedictus's dramatization of Milne's enduring stories is a listening pleasure. The interchange between the narrators and the overall tempo of the production invite the listener to relax and become engaged in the familiar episodes, including a mysteriously moving house, elevenses, and trapping the elusive Heffalump. Each cast member has taken on the persona of his or her character with relish and delight. In soothing British English, Pooh ponders solemnly, Piglet squeaks delightfully, Eeyore wonders soulfully, and Tigger irritates appealingly. Poems and ditties are enhanced by a light musical accompaniment. A rich experience, indeed! A.R. © AudioFile 2009, Portland, Maine
2024-02-17
No public-domain tomfoolery here; this adaptation is an act of love.
An innocent, shirtless bear wanders through a forest. His blank, dot-eyed face is as aimless as his gait, although he is not without purpose: the location and consumption of honey. Woodland friends Christopher Robin, Piglet, Eeyore, Owl, Kanga, Roo, and Rabbit all have encounters with this silly bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, often to lend each other a hand in friendship or in pursuit of a Woozle or Heffalump. The mixture of personalities balances the sugar-sweetness of the genteel adventures, from the morose Eeyore to the verbose Owl. Rabbit has mean intentions for Kanga and her baby Roo, but they never escalate beyond playful mischief. Christopher Robin, who’s drawn with paper-white skin, is the comparably capable human who cheerfully gets along with the many anthropomorphic animals. Dandro’s black-and-white artwork skillfully renders the forests, fields, and streams of the outdoor setting while amplifying the playful dialogue with precisely timed pauses. The inventive use of layouts and paneling makes this an adept adaptation of Milne’s text to the graphic format. That silly old bear has learned some new tricks, and they may inspire a new generation of readers to discover the delights of Milne and Ernest H. Shepard’s original volumes.
Pull this out whenever you or someone nearby could use some joy and clever comics. (Graphic fiction. 7-10)
Product Details
BN ID: | 2940191180366 |
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Publisher: | Jake Urry |
Publication date: | 08/15/2024 |
Series: | Jake Urry Classics Collection , #15 |
Edition description: | Unabridged |
Age Range: | 5 - 8 Years |
Read an Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE In Which We Are Introduced to Winnie-the-Pooh and Some Bees, and the Stories Begin
HERE IS EDWARD BEAR, COMING downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn’t. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.
When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, “But I thought he was a boy?”
“So did I,” said Christopher Robin.
“Then you can’t call him Winnie?”
“I don’t.”
“But you said—”
“He’s Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don’t you know what ‘ther’ means?”
“Ah, yes, now I do,” I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get.
Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening—
“What about a story?” said Christopher Robin.
“What about a story?” I said.
“Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?”
“I suppose I could,” I said. “What sort of stories does he like?”
“About himself. Because he’s that sort of bear.”
“Oh, I see.”
“So could you very sweetly?”
“I’ll try,” I said.
So I tried.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.
(“What does ‘under the name’ mean?” asked Christopher Robin.
“It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it.”
“Winnie-the-Pooh wasn’t quite sure,” said Christopher Robin.
“Now I am,” said a growly voice.
“Then I will go on,” said I.)
One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing noise.
Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws, and began to think.
First of all, he said to himself, “That buzzing noise means something. You don’t get a buzzing noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there’s a buzzing noise, somebody’s making a buzzing noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.”
Then he thought another long time, and said, “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.”
And then he got up, and said, “And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.
He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed, he sang a little song to himself. It went like this:
Isn’t it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?
Then he climbed a little farther... and a little farther... and then just a little farther. By that time, he had thought of another song.
It’s a very funny thought that, if bears were bees,
They’d build their nests at the bottom of trees.
And that being so (if the bees were bears),
We shouldn’t have to climb up all these stairs.
He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a complaining song. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch...
Crack!
“Oh, help!” said Pooh as he dropped ten feet onto the branch below him.
“If only I hadn’t—” he said as he bounced twenty feet onto the next branch.
“You see, what I meant to do,” he explained as he turned head over heels, and crashed onto another branch thirty feet below, “what I meant to do—”
“Of course, it was rather—” he admitted as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.
“It all comes, I suppose,” he decided as he said goodbye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse bush, “it all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!”
He crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.
(“Was that me?” said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.
“That was you.”
Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and pinker.)
So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the forest.
“Good morning, Christopher Robin,” he said.
“Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh,” said you.
“I wonder if you’ve got such a thing as a balloon about you?”
“A balloon?”
“Yes, I just said to myself coming along, ‘I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?’ I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering.”
“What do you want a balloon for?” you said.
Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper, “Honey!”
“But you don’t get honey with balloons!”
“I do,” said Pooh.
Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit’s relations had had a big blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you.
“Which one would you like?” you asked Pooh.
He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully.
“It’s like this,” he said. “When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you’re coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and not notice you, and, if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?”
“Wouldn’t they notice you underneath the balloon?” you asked.
“They might or they might not,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. “You never can tell with bees.” He thought for a moment and said, “I shall try to look like a small black cloud. That will deceive them.”
“Then you had better have the blue balloon,” you said; and so it was decided.
Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your popgun with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was dirty all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky, and stayed there—level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet away from it.
“Hooray!” you shouted.
“Isn’t that fine?” shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you. “What do I look like?”
“You look like a bear holding on to a balloon,” you said.
“Not...,” said Pooh anxiously, “not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?”
“Not very much.”
“Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can tell with bees.”
There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn’t quite reach the honey.
After a little while he called down to you.
“Christopher Robin!” he said in a loud whisper.
“Hello!”
“I think the bees suspect something!”
“What sort of thing?”
“I don’t know. But something tells me that they’re suspicious!”
“Perhaps they think that you’re after their honey.”
“It may be that. You never can tell with bees.”
There was another little silence, and then he called down to you again.
“Christopher Robin!”
“Yes?”
“Have you an umbrella in your house?”
“I think so.”
“I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say, ‘Tut-tut, it looks like rain.’ I think, if you did that, it would help the deception which we are practicing on these bees.”
Well, you laughed to yourself—Silly old bear!—but you didn’t say it aloud because you were so fond of him, and you went home for your umbrella.
“Oh, there you are!” called down Winnie-the-Pooh as soon as you got back to the tree. “I was beginning to get anxious. I have discovered that the bees are now definitely suspicious.”
“Shall I put my umbrella up?” you said.
“Yes, but wait a moment. We must be practical. The important bee to deceive is the queen bee. Can you see which is the queen bee from down there?”
“No.”
“A pity. Well, now, if you walk up and down with your umbrella, saying, ‘Tut-tut, it looks like rain,’ I shall do what I can by singing a little cloud song, such as a cloud might sing.... Go!”
So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh sang this song:
How sweet to be a cloud
Floating in the blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings aloud.
“How sweet to be a cloud
Floating in the blue!”
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud.
The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them, indeed, left their nests and flew all round the cloud as it began the second verse of this song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment, and then got up again.
“Christopher—ow!—Robin,” called out the cloud.
“Yes?”
“I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of bees.”
“Are they?”
“Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn’t you?”
“Would they?”
“Yes. So I think I shall come down.”
“How?” asked you.
Winnie-the-Pooh hadn’t thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fall—bump—and he didn’t like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he said, “Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your popgun. Have you got your gun?”
“Of course I have,” you said. “But if I do that, it will spoil the balloon,” you said.
“But if you don’t,” said Pooh, “I shall have to let go, and that would spoil me.”
When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very carefully at the balloon, and fired.
“Ow!” said Pooh.
“Did I miss?” you asked.
“You didn’t exactly miss,” said Pooh, “but you missed the balloon.”
“I’m so sorry,” you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon, and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.
But his arms were so stiff from holding on to the string of the balloon all that time that they stayed up straight in the air for more than a week, and whenever a fly came and settled on his nose, he had to blow it off. And I think—but I am not sure—that that is why he was always called Pooh.
“Is that the end of the story?” asked Christopher Robin.
“That’s the end of that one. There are others.”
“About Pooh and me?”
“And Piglet and Rabbit and all of you. Don’t you remember?”
“I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.”
“That day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the heffalump—”
“They didn’t catch it, did they?”
“No.”
“Pooh couldn’t, because he hasn’t any brain. Did I catch it?”
“Well, that comes into the story.”
Christopher Robin nodded.
“I do remember,” he said, “only Pooh doesn’t very well, so that’s why he likes having it told to him again. Because then it’s a real story and not just a remembering.”
“That’s just how I feel,” I said.
Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh, picked his bear up by the leg, and walked off to the door, trailing Pooh behind him. At the door he turned and said, “Coming to see me have my bath?”
“I might,” I said.
“I didn’t hurt him when I shot him, did I?”
“Not a bit.”
He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard Winnie-the-Pooh—bump, bump, bump—going up the stairs behind him.
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