Life Is So Much Friendlier With Two.

If You Were A Bird, And Lived On High, You'd Lean On The Wind When The Wind Came By, You'd Say To The Wind When It Took You Away: 'that's Where I Wanted To Go Today!

Oh, Eeyore, You Are Wet!” Said Piglet, Feeling Him. Eeyore Shook Himself, And Asked Somebody To Explain To Piglet What Happened When You Had Been Inside A River For Quite A Long Time.

But [pooh] Couldn't Sleep. The More He Tried To Sleep The More He Couldn't. He Tried Counting Sheep, Which Is Sometimes A Good Way Of Getting To Sleep, And, As That Was No Good, He Tried Counting Heffalumps. And That Was Worse. Because Every Heffalump That He Counted Was Making Straight For A Pot Of Pooh's Honey, And Eating It All. For Some Minutes He Lay There Miserably, But When The Five Hundred And Eighty-seventh Heffalump Was Licking Its Jaws, And Saying To Itself, "very Good Honey This, I Don't Know When I've Tasted Better," Pooh Could Bear It No Longer.

Sometimes, If You Stand On The Bottom Rail Of A Bridge And Lean Over To Watch The River Slipping Slowly Away Beneath You, You Will Suddenly Know Everything There Is To Be Known.

And How Are You?" Said Winnie-the-pooh. Eeyore Shook His Head From Side To Side. "not Very How," He Said. "i Don't Seem To Have Felt At All How For A Long Time." "dear, Dear," Said Pooh, "i'm Sorry About That. Let's Have A Look At You.