When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.
Some have brains, and some haven't, and there it is.
The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.
Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.