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It had begun to snow. Pooh, who had brought neither mittens nor scarf with him, shivered. “Oh, bother,” he said to the sky. There was a storm coming and he would not make it to Piglet's house before he would become a snow bear. A small snowflake landed on his nose. “I shall go to Owl's. That is, I think, where I had planned on going all along.” With that decision made, Pooh continued to walk. Owl, he felt, should like a surprise visit from him. It had been a week, after all, and Owl liked company in the wintertime.