Narrator:
Owl talked from page 41 to page 62, and on page 62, the blustery day turned into a blustery night. To Pooh, it was an anxious sort of night, filled with anxious sorts of noises. And one of the noises was a sound that had never been heard before.
Narrator:
So Owl flew out over the flood, and he soon spotted two tiny objects below him. One was little Piglet caught in the whirlpool... and the other was Pooh trying to get the last bit of honey from the pot.
Owl:
[after Owl's tree crashed] Well, I say now... Someone has... Pooh! Did you do that?
Winnie the Pooh: I don't think so.
Winnie the Pooh: I don't think so.