Promise You Won't Forget Me, Ever. Not

A Pipe In The Mouth Makes It Clear That There Has Been No Mistake-you Are Undoubtedly A Man.

It's Snowing Still," Said Eeyore Gloomily. "so It Is." "and Freezing." "is It?" "yes," Said Eeyore. "however," He Said, Brightening Up A Little, "we Haven't Had An Earthquake Lately.

Wherever They Go, And Whatever Happens To Them On The Way, In That Enchanted Place On The Top Of The Forest, A Little Boy And His Bear Will Always Be Playing.

Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.

I Suppose That Every One Of Us Hopes Secretly For Immortality; To Leave, I Mean, A Name Behind Him Which Will Live Forever In This World, Whatever He May Be Doing, Himself, In The Next.