Nowhere Can I Think So Happily As

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.

It Was A Drowsy Summer Afternoon, And The Forest Was Full Of Gentle Sounds, Which All Seemed To Be Saying To Pooh, 'don't Listen To Rabbit, Listen To Me.' So He Got In A Comfortable Position For Not Listening To Rabbit.

What Day Is It?" It's Today," Squeaked Piglet. My Favorite Day," Said Pooh.

I Might Have Known,” Said Eeyore. “after All, One Can’t Complain. I Have My Friends. Somebody Spoke To Me Only Yesterday. And Was It Last Week Or The Week Before That Rabbit Bumped Into Me And Said ‘bother!’. The Social Round. Always Something Going On.

Eeyore, The Old Grey Donkey, Stood By The Side Of The Stream And Looked At Himself In The Water. "pathetic," He Said. "that's What It Is. Pathetic."