A pipe in the mouth makes it clear that there has been no mistake-you are undoubtedly a man.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.

I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, and I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who." - Winnie-the-Pooh

That's right," said Eeyore. "Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself." "I am," said Pooh.

Did I miss?" you asked. "You didn't exactly miss," said Pooh, "But you missed the balloon." "I'm so sorry," you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.