Winnie the Pooh

We can't all and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.

Isn't it funny

How a bear likes honey?

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

I wonder why he does?

"Good morning, Pooh Bear", said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning", he said. "Which I doubt", said he.

There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there.

You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

"Hello Rabbit, is that you?"

"Let's pretend it isn't", said Rabbit, "and see what happens."

Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie,

A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.

Ask me a riddle and I reply,

Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.

How sweet to be a cloud

Floating in the blue.

"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."

These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only one in the forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many ways, able to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went all to pieces over delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTEREDTOAST.

"If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee."

Then he thought another long time, and said: "And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey."

And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it." So he began to climb the tree.

"Because my spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places."

"And how are you?", said Winnie-the-Pooh. (...)

"Not very how", he said. "I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time."

"What?" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn't been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of way.

"H–hup!" said Roo accidentally.

"Roo, dear!" said Kanga reproachfully.

"Was it me?" asked Roo, a little surprised.

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think about it.

Owl was telling Kanga an Interesting Anecdote full of long words like Encyclopædia and Rhododendron to which Kanga wasn't listening.

Kanga said to Roo, "Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards." So Roo, who was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once . . . and had to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwards.

"It's a little Anxious," he said to himself, "to be a Very Small Animal Entirely Surrounded by Water."

It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."

"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal."

"I'm giving this to Eeyore," he explained, "as a present. What are you going to give?"

"Couldn't I give it too?" said Piglet. "From both of us?"

"No," said Pooh. "That would not be a good plan."

Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o'clock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and when Rabbit said, "Honey or condensed milk with your bread?" he was so excited that he said, "Both," and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, "But don't bother about the bread, please."