When We Asked Pooh What The Opposite

Hallo, Eeyore." "same To You, Pooh Bear, And Twice On Thursdays," Said Eeyore Gloomily. Before Pooh Could Say: 'why Thursdays?' Christopher Robin Began To Explain The Sad Story Of Eeyore's Lost House.

Well," Said Pooh, "what I Like Best," And Then He Had To Stop And Think. Because Although Eating Honey Was A Very Good Thing To Do, There Was A Moment Just Before You Began To Eat It Which Was Better Than When You Were, But He Didn't Know What It Was Called.

Good Morning, Eeyore," Said Pooh. "good Morning, Pooh Bear," Said Eeyore Gloomily. "if It Is A Good Morning, Which I Doubt," Said He. "why, What's The Matter?" "nothing, Pooh Bear, Nothing. We Can't All, And Some Of Us Don't. That's All There Is To It." "can't All What?" Said Pooh, Rubbing His Nose. "gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush.

I Might Have Known,” Said Eeyore. “after All, One Can’t Complain. I Have My Friends. Somebody Spoke To Me Only Yesterday. And Was It Last Week Or The Week Before That Rabbit Bumped Into Me And Said ‘bother!’. The Social Round. Always Something Going On.

When Late Morning Rolls Around And You're Feeling A Bit Out Of Sorts, Don't Worry; You're Probably Just A Little Eleven O'clockish.