The sun looked like a great round pot of golden honey. pooh Bear and Christopher Robin were lying on hommocks in the sunny garden. Pooh Bear yawned." Its so hot. could eat something nice and cold."
"How about a trifle?" suggested Christopher Robin.
" A honey trifle would be just the thing," declared Pooh Bear , licking his lips.
"Oh, I know bout honey," frowned Christopher Robin.
"Don't worry. I know lots about honey," said Pooh Bear, plodding into the kitchen.
Sponge mix. Cream. spoon. Fruit. Honey. It was all there. And Pooh Bear filled the two biggest bowls with the most delicious honey trifle you could possibly imagine.
He woke Christopher Robin up and give him a bowl. Christopher Robin sighed. "You haven't given me a spoon to it with."
"There's sure to be one in the kitchen," mumbled Pooh Bear, dipping his pow into his trifle.
Christopher Robin came back looking rather upset.
"There are no spoons left in the kitchen," he said.
"Well, use your fingers then," grunted Pooh Bear.
"I couldn't bear being a bear!" protested Christopher robin. "You really have no table manners at all!!"
"Well, I am eating this in my hammocks," pointed out Pooh Bear. "Come along. Do eat up! It's delicious, you know."
Finally Christopher Robin began to eat his trifle, and soon both friends were enjoying the pleasant meal. At the bottom of Christopher Robin's bowl was a wooden object which he soon fished out.
"So that's where the spoon got to!" smiled Pooh Bear.
"You know, I really should have used this in the first place," insisted Christopher Robin. "It's such bad manners using one fingers."
"Very true. Very true," agreed Pooh Bear, nodding his head."There's only one thing for it."
"What's that?" asked Christopher Robin.
"I'll have to make two more trifles," replied Pooh Bear, "then we can eat them properly, with spoons"
"And napkins?"cried Christopher Robin excitedly.
"Oh, very well," sighed Pooh Bear. "If you insist!"