I am Heide's Pooh. I live in Apenrade/Aabenraa, Denmark and am an important part of Heide's great Pooh collection.
When Pooh hears a humming sound he is sure it comes from a bee. And a bee, Pooh knows very well, produces hunny. And hunny is made for Pooh, for him to eat. So Pooh climbs the tree to get to the bees’ nest. Well, you know the story: He falls off the tree into a gorse bush. With the help of a balloon – disguised as a little raincloud – he tries to cheat the bees. But the bees are humming suspiciously around Pooh. So Pooh thinks and gets to the important conclusion: ”These are the wrong kind of bees.” And Christopher Robin must come with his gun to shoot the balloon so that Pooh can float to the ground while the air is flowing out of his balloon. ”Silly old bear!” Christopher Robin laughs and you laugh, too. In the photo Pooh is climbing a birch-tree. He didn’t reach a possible beenest. And Piglet’s tree was probably nearer to to the river which overflows the banks in a heavy rain. But overthere, in a distance, that could be Christopher Robin’s house: an old walnut-tree with a big hole in its trunk where he could hide.