I Don’t Feel Very Much Like Pooh

Where Did You Say It Was?' Asked Pooh. Just Here,' Said Eeyore. Made Of Sticks?' Yes' Oh!' Said Piglet. What?' Said Eeyore. I Just Said "oh!"' Said Piglet Nervously. And So As To Seem Quite At Ease He Hummed Tiddely-pom Once Or Twice In A What-shall-we-do-now Kind Of Way.

I Suppose This Is The Reason Why Diaries Are So Rarely Kept Nowadays- That Nothing Ever Happens To Anybody.

Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.

I Suppose That By This Time They Had Finished Their Dressing. Roger Scurvilegs Tells Us Nothing On Such Important Matters; No Doubt From Modesty. "next Morning They Rose," He Says, And Disappoints Us Of A Picture Of Udo Brushing His Hair.

The Other Day I Met A Man Who Didn't Know Where Tripoli Was. Tripoli Happened To Come Into The Conversation, And He Was Evidently At A Loss. "let's See," He Said. "tripoli Is Just Down By The - Er - You Know. What's The Name Of That Place?" "that's Right," I Answered, "just Opposite, Thingumabob. I Could Show You In A Minute On A Map. It's Near - What Do They Call It?" At This Moment The Train Stopped, And I Got Out And Went Straight Home To Look At My Atlas.