“It’s—I wondered—It’s only—Rabbit, I suppose you don’t know, What does the North Pole look like?”
“Well,” said Rabbit, stroking his whiskers. “Now you’re asking me.”
“I did know once, only I’ve sort of forgotten,” said Christopher Robin carelessly.
“It’s a funny thing,” said Rabbit, “but I’ve sort of forgotten too, although I did know once.”
“I suppose it’s just a pole stuck in the ground?”
“Sure to be a pole,” said Rabbit, “because of calling it a pole, and if it’s a pole, well, I should think it would be sticking in the ground, shouldn’t you, because there’d be nowhere else to stick it.”
“We’re going to discover the North Pole.”
“Oh!” said Pooh again. “What is the North Pole?” he asked.
“It’s just a thing you discover,” said Christopher Robin carelessly, not being quite sure himself.