No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.
A. A. MilneWhen late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.
A. A. MilneDon't talk anybody, don't come near! Can't you see the fish might hear? He thinks I'm playing with a piece of string; He thinks I'm another sort of funny thing, But he doesn't know I'm fishing - He doesn't know I'm fishing. That's what I'm doing - Fishing.
A. A. Milne