When I was very small, I was read The House at Pooh Corner, Winnie the Pooh, When We Were Very Small and Now We Are Six by two very old-fashioned aunts who clearly enjoyed them as much as I did. I grew to worship Rabbit and his dry humour, helped by my aunts' similarly subtle and rather understated sense of the ridiculous. Returning to the books as a father some thirty-five years later, I find they're still fresh. While I don't like to suggest that Disney gets it wrong, I should hate for children to get their only notions of the world of Christopher Robin and his toys from the film(s). The books are of a time and a place; 1920's/30's England. Their words were written to be heard or read with an idea of context (cf the audio tapes read by Alan Bennett) With this in mind, it is possible for these books to have a universal appeal. My five-year-old daughter cannot quite get all the, remarkably sophisticated, nuances of A.A. Milne's humour and language, but she laughs in most of the right places just because she enjoys the stories. She keeps on wanting to hear more, and that's strong testimony - and I still find Winnie the Pooh an absolute hoot in places.