There Is More To Knowing Than Just

The Christmas Presents Once Opened Are Not So Much Fun As They Were While We Were In The Process Of Examining, Lifting, Shaking, Thinking About, And Opening Them. Three Hundred Sixty-five Days Later, We Try Again And Find That The Same Thing Has Happened. Each Time The Goal Is Reached, It Becomes Not So Much Fun, And We're Off To Reach The Next One, Then The Next One, Then The Next.

There Is More To Knowing Than Just Being Correct

Unfortunately Complaining Is One Thing Eeyores Are Not Afraid To Do. They Grudgingly Carry Their Thimbles To The Fountain Of Life, Then Mumble And Grumble That They Weren't Given Enough.

"rabbit's Clever," Said Pooh Thoughtfully. "yes," Said Piglet, "rabbit's Clever." "and He Has Brain." "yes," Said Piglet, "rabbit Has Brain." There Was A Long Silence. "i Suppose," Said Pooh, "that That's Why He Never Understands Anything."

The Urge To Grow And Develop, Present In All Forms Of Life, Becomes Perverted In The Bisy Backson's Mind Into A Constant Struggle To Change Everything (the Bulldozer Backson) And Everyone (the Bigoted Backson) Else But Himself, And Interfere With Things He Has No Business Interfering With, Including Practically Every Form Of Life On Earth.