And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.

In a very little time they got to the corner of the field by the side of the pine wood where Eeyore's house wasn't any longer. 'There!' said Eeyore. 'Not a stick of it left! Of course, I've still got all this snow to do what I like with. One mustn't complain.

I suppose this is the reason why diaries are so rarely kept nowadays- that nothing ever happens to anybody.

Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?' 'Supposing it didn't,' said Pooh after careful thought. Piglet was comforted by this.

In the quiet hours when we are alone and there is nobody to tell us what fine fellows we are, we come sometimes upon a moment in which we wonder, not how much money we are earning, nor how famous we have become, but what good we are doing.

My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

Time for a little something.