Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.
Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.
Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train.
Let's begin by taking a smallish nap or two.
It is impossible to win gracefully at chess. No man has yet said "Mate!" in a voice which failed to sound to his opponent bitter, boastful and malicious.