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Then Pooh Bear walks down 5th Avenue a few blocks to 42nd Street where the impressive marble building of the New York Public Library is situated. He sits down next to one of the two majestic stone lions that watch the building. "Oh, now I am only a tiny little animal…", Pooh laughs.

In the reading-room almost all seats with the brass reading-lamps are taken. You can get information out of some 40,000 books, dictionaries mainly, and also telephone books of all the USA.


In a smaller room next door Pooh Bear has a seat in front of a computer to do some research. He finds the title "Three little fantasies for wind quintet, based on Hums and songs of Winnie-the-Pooh". That is new to him. So prints it out.
But in the library shop he can't see any new books or stuff to buy. So he leaves for Bryant Park, a nice park behind the library. He sits down at a little table to rest and enjoy a "little something". "The park is not like Hundred-Acre-Wood", Pooh Bear wonders, "but who cares." And he enjoys a blueberry muffin.