Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.

Time for a little something.

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

Some people care too much. I think it's called love.

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

Turn around, Piglet. Step lightly, Pooh. This silly ol' dance is perfect for two.

So perhaps the best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.