Tiggers Don't Like Honey.

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.

That's Right. You'll Like Owl. He Flew Past A Day Or Two Ago And Noticed Me. He Didn't Actually Say Anything, Mind You, But He Knew It Was Me. Very Friendly Of Him. Encouraging." Pooh And Piglet Shuffled About A Little And Said, "well, Good-bye, Eeyore" As Lingeringly As They Could, But They Had A Long Way To Go, And Wanted To Be Getting On. "good-bye," Said Eeyore. "mind You Don't Get Blown Away, Little Piglet. You'd Be Missed. People Would Say `where's Little Piglet Been Blown To?' -- Really Wanting To Know. Well, Good-bye. And Thank You For Happening To Pass Me.

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.

Once Upon A Time There Were Three Little Foxes Who Didn't Wear Stockings, And They Didn't Wear Sockses, But They All Had Handkerchiefs To Blow Their Noses, And They Kept Their Handkerchiefs In Cardboard Boxes.

His Dress Told Her Nothing, But His Face Told Her Things Which She Was Glad To Know.