What Day Is It?" It's Today," Squeaked

Be Sure To Put The Knocker Fairly Low On Your Door In Case A Very Small Friend Drops By.

Supposing A Tree Fell Down, Pooh, When We Were Underneath It?' 'supposing It Didn't,' Said Pooh After Careful Thought. Piglet Was Comforted By This.

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.

Don't Talk Anybody, Don't Come Near! Can't You See The Fish Might Hear? He Thinks I'm Playing With A Piece Of String; He Thinks I'm Another Sort Of Funny Thing, But He Doesn't Know I'm Fishing - He Doesn't Know I'm Fishing. That's What I'm Doing - Fishing.

On Tuesday, When It Hails And Snows, The Feeling On Me Grows And Grows That Hardly Anybody Knows If Those Are These Or These Are Those.