Think it over, think it under.

It's so much more friendly with two.

Owl,' said Rabbit shortly, 'you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is easy thinking to be done in this Forest - and when I say thinking I mean thinking - you and I must do it.

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.

Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.

They wanted to come in after the pounds", explained Pooh, "so I let them. It's the best way to write poetry, letting things come.

But now I am six. And I'm clever as clever. And now I think I'll stay six now forever and ever.