It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that
never in all his life. Days and days and days. It went on raining,
and every day the water got a little higher, until now it was
nearly up to Piglet’s window….. and still he
hadn’t done anything.
Then suddenly he remembered a story which Christopher Robin had
told him about a man on a desert island who had written something
in a bottle and thrown it into the sea; and Piglet thought that if
he wrote something in a bottle and threw it into the water, perhaps
somebody would come and rescue him!
He left the window and began to search his house, all of it that
wasn’t under water, and at last found a pencil and a small
piece of dry paper, and a bottle with a cork to it. And he wrote on
one side of the paper:
HELP! PIGLET (ME) and on the other side
IT’S ME PIGLET, HELP HELP!