Friendship," Said Christopher Robin, "is A Very

That's Right. You'll Like Owl. He Flew Past A Day Or Two Ago And Noticed Me. He Didn't Actually Say Anything, Mind You, But He Knew It Was Me. Very Friendly Of Him. Encouraging." Pooh And Piglet Shuffled About A Little And Said, "well, Good-bye, Eeyore" As Lingeringly As They Could, But They Had A Long Way To Go, And Wanted To Be Getting On. "good-bye," Said Eeyore. "mind You Don't Get Blown Away, Little Piglet. You'd Be Missed. People Would Say `where's Little Piglet Been Blown To?' -- Really Wanting To Know. Well, Good-bye. And Thank You For Happening To Pass Me.

On Tuesday, When It Hails And Snows, The Feeling On Me Grows And Grows That Hardly Anybody Knows If Those Are These Or These Are Those.

A Fly Can't Bird, But A Bird Can Fly.

Think It Over, Think It Under.

Did I Miss?" You Asked. "you Didn't Exactly Miss," Said Pooh, "but You Missed The Balloon." "i'm So Sorry," You Said, And You Fired Again, And This Time You Hit The Balloon And The Air Came Slowly Out, And Winnie-the-pooh Floated Down To The Ground.