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.

The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.

We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.