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.
Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.
And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.
Time for a little something.
It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
Eeyore, the old grey donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."