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      But the more Tigger put his nose into this and his paw into that, the more things he found which Tiggers didn’t like. And when he had found everything in the cupboard, and couldn’t eat any of it, he said to Kanga, ‘What happens now?’

      But Kanga and Christopher Robin and Piglet were all standing round Roo, watching him have his Extract of Malt. And Roo was saying, ‘Must I?’ and Kanga was saying, ‘Now, Roo dear, you remember what you promised.’

      ‘What is it?’ whispered Tigger to Piglet.

      ‘His Strengthening Medicine,’ said Piglet. ‘He hates it.’

      So Tigger came closer, and he leant over the back of Roo’s chair, and suddenly he put out his tongue, and took one large galollop, and, with a sudden jump of surprise, Kanga said, ‘Oh!’ and then clutched at the spoon again just as it was disappearing, and pulled it safely back out of Tigger’s mouth. But the Extract of Malt had gone.

      ‘Tigger dear!’ said Kanga.

      ‘He’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine!’ sang Roo happily, thinking it was a tremendous joke.

      Then Tigger looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes, and his tongue went round and round his chops, in case he had left any outside, and a peaceful smile came over his face as he said, ‘So that’s what Tiggers like!’