Think It Over, Think It Under.

Where Did You Say It Was?' Asked Pooh. Just Here,' Said Eeyore. Made Of Sticks?' Yes' Oh!' Said Piglet. What?' Said Eeyore. I Just Said "oh!"' Said Piglet Nervously. And So As To Seem Quite At Ease He Hummed Tiddely-pom Once Or Twice In A What-shall-we-do-now Kind Of Way.

Did I Miss?" You Asked. "you Didn't Exactly Miss," Said Pooh, "but You Missed The Balloon." "i'm So Sorry," You Said, And You Fired Again, And This Time You Hit The Balloon And The Air Came Slowly Out, And Winnie-the-pooh Floated Down To The Ground.

They're Funny Things, Accidents. You Never Have Them Till You're Having Them.

Christopher Robin Was Home By This Time, Because It Was The Afternoon, And He Was So Glad To See Them That They Stayed There Until Very Nearly Tea-time, And Then They Had A Very Nearly Tea, Which Is One You Forget About Afterwards, And Hurried On To Pooh Corner, So As To See Eeyore Before It Was Too Late To Have A Proper Tea With Owl.

I'll Give You Three Guesses, Rabbit. Digging Holes In The Ground? Wrong. Leaping From Branch To Branch Of A Young Oak Tree? Wrong. Waiting For Somebody To Help Me Out Of The River? Right. Give Rabbit Time, And He'll Always Get The Answer.