And That, Said John, Is That.

But Piglet Is So Small That He Slips Into A Pocket, Where It Is Very Comfortable To Feel Him When You Are Not Quite Sure Whether Twice Seven Is Twelve Or Twenty-two.

Christopher Robin Was Sitting Outside His Door, Putting On His Big Boots. As Soon As He Saw The Big Boots, Pooh Knew That An Adventure Was Going To Happen, And He Brushed The Honey Off His Nose With The Back Of His Paw, And Spruced Himself Up As Well As He Could, So As To Look Ready For Anything.

Tell The Innocent Visitor From Another World That Two People Were Killed At Serajevo, And That The Best That Europe Could Do About It Was To Kill Eleven Million More.

Tut, Tut, Looks Like Rain

To Her- Hand In Hand We Come Christopher Robin And I To Lay This Book In Your Lap. Say You're Surprised? Say You Like It? Say It's Just What You Wanted? Because It's Yours- Because We Love You.