His Dress Told Her Nothing, But His

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.

Some People Care Too Much. I Think It's Called Love.

There Was Once An Old Sailor My Grandfather Knew, Who Had So Many Things Which He Wanted To Do That, Whenever He Thought It Was Time To Begin, He Couldn't Because Of The State He Was In.

In A Very Little Time They Got To The Corner Of The Field By The Side Of The Pine Wood Where Eeyore's House Wasn't Any Longer. 'there!' Said Eeyore. 'not A Stick Of It Left! Of Course, I've Still Got All This Snow To Do What I Like With. One Mustn't Complain.

Well," Said Pooh, "what I Like Best," And Then He Had To Stop And Think. Because Although Eating Honey Was A Very Good Thing To Do, There Was A Moment Just Before You Began To Eat It Which Was Better Than When You Were, But He Didn't Know What It Was Called.