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!

Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He had explained this to Pooh and Christopher Robin once before and had been waiting for a chance to do it again, because it is a thing you can easily explain twice before anybody knows what you are talking about.

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

Some people care too much. I think it's called love.

If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs that doesn't involve going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head.

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

That's what Tiggers do best!