“Mummy when cannibals are eating people, what do they do when they come to the pooh?” It was your first intellectual inquiry. You interrogated Rosely all the way through Winnie, looking for the answer. But there was no dictionary definition that said it meant excrement in those days, but only that it was expression of disdain, disgust, scorn or contempt—the sort you might make when you stepped in it. I know a lot more about cannibalism these days but I still don’t know why Winnie was the pooh.