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Rivers Know This: There Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.

When You Are Pretty Sure That An Adventure Is Going To Happen, Brush The Honey Off Your Nose And Spruce Yourself Up As Best You Can, So As To Look Ready For Anything.

Halfway Down The Stairs, Is A Stair, Where I Sit. There Isn't Any, Other Stair, Quite Like, It. I'm Not At The Bottom, I'm Not At The Top; So This Is The Stair, Where, I Always, Stop. Halfway Up The Stairs, Isn't Up, And Isn't Down. It Isn't In The Nursery, It Isn't In The Town. And All Sorts Of Funny Thoughts, Run Round My Head: It Isn't Really Anywhere! It's Somewhere Else Instead!

So He Started To Climb Out Of The Hole. He Pulled With His Front Paws, And Pushed With His Back Paws, And In A Little While His Nose Was In The Open Again ... And Then His Ears ... And Then His Front Paws ... And Then His Shoulders ... And Then-'oh, Help!' Said Pooh, 'i'd Better Go Back,' 'oh Bother!' Said Pooh, 'i Shall Have To Go On.' 'i Can't Do Either!' Said Pooh, 'oh Help And Bother!

Sometimes, If You Stand On The Bottom Rail Of A Bridge And Lean Over To Watch The River Slipping Slowly Away Beneath You, You Will Suddenly Know Everything There Is To Be Known.