It Is Impossible To Win Gracefully At

It's Not Much Of A Tail, But I'm Sort Of Attached To It.

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.

Oh Tigger, Where Are Your Manners?" "i Don’t Know, But I Bet They’re Having More Fun Than I Am.

She Also Considered Very Seriously What She Would Look Like In A Little Cottage In The Middle Of The Forest, Dressed In A Melancholy Gray And Holding Communion Only With The Birds And Trees; A Life Of Retirement Away From The Vain World; A Life Into Which No Man Came. It Had Its Attractions, But She Decided That Gray Did Not Suit Her.

Promise You Won't Forget Me, Ever. Not Even When I'm A Hundred.