Chapter 4- Why Trees Are Better Than Flowers in the Courtyard
In which Winnie-the-Pooh develops popular forest management techniques

It was a breezy autumnal day in One Hundred Acre wood, and the wind tumbled the leaves through the forest. Winnie-the-Pooh was busy sorting his pots into two dialectically related categories: "pots with really quite a lot of honey inside", and "pots that really ought to have a little more honey inside than they do". There were quite a few more of the latter than the former, and this worried Pooh.

" I might have to go outside", thought Pooh, "to find more honey. But it's awfully breezy. I wonder who might be able to come with me."
At that moment, there was a frantic knock at the door.

"Pooh?! Pooh, are you there?"

It was Pooh's friend, Piglet, who seemed to be agitated about something. Pooh let him in, sat him down, and gave him some acorn tea.

"My goodness, Piglet. You do look a mess. What's the matter?"

"It's the wind, Pooh. The leaves are all falling from the trees. The wind is so strong that once all the leaves are blown off the trees, I'm certain that there'll be nothing left for the wind to blow down but the trees themselves. And then when all the trees get blown down, there'll be nothing left to blow down but us animals, especially us smaller animals. And when we're all blown down, well, there's no telling what will happen."

"Oh dear", said Pooh, starting to share Piglet's concern, not least because many of his favourite bee hives were on trees. "So what should we do?"

"We need to find a way to stop the wind blowing", said Piglet.

"That's a clever idea", said Pooh. "Um, so how do we do that?"

"I'm not sure. Perhaps we should ask Owl. He knows about these things."

So, putting his Special Red Scarf on very tight, Pooh marched with Piglet over to Owl's house.

"Come on in out of the bluster you two", said a very rosy-cheeked Owl . "Some me-add for you Pooh?"

"Um, actually I had a bit of a headache after the last time", said Pooh, suddenly queasy. "You wouldn't happen to have some tea would you?"

And so the three of them, Winnie-the-Pooh, Piglet and Owl gathered around the fire, and Piglet explained his worries to Owl. And with each step in Piglet's reasoning, especially the bit about smaller animals getting blown away, Owl grew more concerned.

"Hmmm. Tricky one, this. Stopping the wind, eh? Well, the good book says that in difficult times like these, it always helps to think about Histree", said Owl, tapping a heavy book.

"Ooooh", said Pooh and Piglet, trying not to notice that the heavy book, and the two others in the series, seemed not to have been read beyond the first chapter. "What's Histree?"

"It's a very special kind of tree", explained Owl. "Every wood has one."

"Even One Hundred Acre Wood?"

"Especially One Hundred Acre Wood," said Owl, confidently.

"Goodness!" said Pooh. "So how do we find it?"

"Well, from memory, it seems that histree has more deadweight than other kinds of trees."

"It's a heavier kind of tree?"

"Exactly!", said Owl. "All we have to do is find the heaviest tree in One Hundred Acre Wood."

"And then what?", asked Piglet, on the edge of his seat with excitement.

"Um, well then, we have to, we have to, we have to chop it down of course!" said Owl.

"Why do we have to chop it down?", asked Pooh.

"Because if we want to harness the Winds of Change, we need to be in control of Histree."

Pooh and Piglet were very impressed.

They immediately ran out to bring all the animals together, and went to find the tallest biggest deadweightiest tree in One Hundred Acre wood. Eventually, they settled on a mighty oak tree that looked like it might be Histree. The animals set on it with wild abandon. Rabbit gnawed at it, Kanga and Roo took turns kicking at it, Tigger bounced on it, Pooh heaved at it, Piglet snuffled at the roots, Owl bounced on the branches, Eeyore tugged at it, and even Christopher Robin came, and told everyone else what to do. The animals and Christopher Robin took over a week to chop the tree down, but in the end, unable to resist the mass mobilisation of the people, down the tree came. Everyone agreed that it was really rather heavy indeed, and that this must be Histree. And soon after they seized control of Histree, as if by magic, the winds stopped blowing, and the snow started to fall.

Which demonstrates that when in control of their destiny, not the bluster of the capitalists, not the reticence of the bourgeoisie, no, not even nature, can stand in the way of the People.

Chapter 5: "Running Dogs and the Revolutionary Guard"