One Of The Advantages Of Being Disorganized

Something Feels Funny. I Must Be Thinking Too Hard.

James Gave The Huffle Of A Snail In Danger. And Nobody Heard Him At All.

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.

Pooh," Said Rabbit Kindly, "you Haven't Any Brain." "i Know," Said Pooh Humbly.

Love Is Taking A Few Steps Backward, Maybe Even More ... To Give Way To The Happiness Of The Person You Love.