Bil je še en dan v Stoletni hosti. Medvedek Pu se je sprehajal po gozdu in iskal svoje prijatelje. Zgleda, da so vsi še vedno spali. Kakšni zaspanci! Tega dne sonce ni hotelo ves čas sijati, le izza oblakov se je prikazalo sem in tja. Iz druge strani gozda pa so se valili črni oblaki. Pu je na nosku začutil prvo dežno kapljo. Istočasno se je v bližnjem grmovju nekaj premaknilo in zaslišal je neznan glas. "Kdo je tam?" je vprašal Pu. Tisti tam mu je še enkrat odgovoril z neznanim glasom. "Ne razumem te. Ali lahko odgovoriš po moje?" ga je prosil Pu. "Flamingo sem." Pu se je popraskal po glavi. Saj je že slišal za flaminge a... "Ali si se izgubil? Zdi se mi, da si daleč od doma." "Zdi se mi, da res. Odšel sem na potep in vsi kraji, ki sem jih preletel, so mi bili tako zelo všeč. Kar nisem hotel nehati leteti. Potem pa sem postal tako utrujen, da mi krila niso več hotela leteti prav. In sem pristal. Tukaj. Mi lahko prosim poveš, kje sem?" "V Stoletni hosti. Tukaj živim jaz in moji prijatelji." Sedaj se je flamingo zamislil, saj še nikoli ni slišal za Stoletno hosto. Pu je videl, da je flamingo zelo utrujen in stekel je domov po kozarec medu, saj njemu med vedno pomaga. A ko je prišel nazaj, flaminga ni bilo več. "Oh, presneto." je zavzdihnil Pu. Tedaj pa je zagledal... Le kaj?
Zakladku vrnite njegovo kamuflažo. Hvala. 
It was yet another day in a Hundred Acre Wood. Winnie the Pooh was walking through the wood in a search for his friends. It looked like they were all still sleeping. Sleepyheads! On that day sun didn't want to shine all the time it only peeked out from behind the clouds here and then. From the other side of the wood dark clouds were coming. Pooh felt the first rain drop on his nose. At the same second something moved in the nearest bush and he heard an unknown voice. "Who's there'" asked Pooh. The one out there said something with that unknown voice again. "I don't understand you. Can you say it my way?" asked Pooh again. "I am flamingo" Pooh scratched his head. He heard about flamingos but... "Are you lost? I think that you are really far away from your home." "Feels like it, yes. I went on a trip and all the places I flew over were so beautiful. I just didn't want to stop flying. And then I became so tired my wings didn't want to fly right anymore. And here I am. Can you tell me where I am?" "In a Hundred Acre woods. I live here with my friends." Flamingo got lost in his thoughts since he never heard of a Hundred Acre Woods. Pooh saw that flamingo is really tired and he ran home to get him some hunny - it helps him all the time. But when he came back, flamingo was gone. "Oh, bother." sighed Pooh. But then he saw something... What was it?
Put the treasure's camuflage back as it was. Thank you.
