Pooh peered up at the collection of pots on Rabbit's shelf.
'Those pots look pretty wobbly, Rabbit. They might just fall at any moment, shatter on the floor and create a hazard. You wouldn't want that, would you?'
'I don't think they will fall,' Rabbit replied. 'And they don't look wobbly to me.'
Looking straight into Rabbit's eyes for greater effect, Pooh said, 'Things break, Rabbit.'
His tone was so light in such an odd voice that Rabbit could never be sure what was going through the T-shirted bear's mind or if he ever meant any harm. Rabbit's suspicion that Pooh was actually subtly malicious toward all of the Hundred Acre Wood's creatures had to have come from somewhere, though. He couldn't have made it all up. There had to be some truth to it. It certainly could explain a lot of incidents, including the fall of Owl's house after Pooh had gained a considerable amount of weight and sat on the farthest end, the entrapment of Roo within Kanga's pouch after Pooh had spilled glue on her, the countless times Pooh stepped on Eeyore's tail and pulled it off, the burning of Tigger when Pooh had bumped him toward the fireplace, and the utter destruction of Piglet.
All of Pooh's actions were supposedly accidental. Now, however, Rabbit was looking at Winnie-the-Pooh in a whole new light.
'See, Rabbit?' Pooh was saying. 'If all the pots were sitting like this,' He moved them all halfway over the edge then continued, 'with the slightest shake…' As he dropped his hand from the newly arranged pots Pooh brushed the side of the shelf with enough force to send the pots toppling to the floor.
'Oh bother.'
He had said it too many times before for it to mean anything or carry any emotion now. As Pooh apologized and tried to look remorseful Rabbit realized what he really was- Pooh was a snide old bear.