No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.
One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.
The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.
One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows.
For I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.
And if anyone knows anything about anything," said Bear to himself, "it's Owl who knows something about something," he said, "or my name's not Winnie-the-Pooh," he said. "which it is," he added. "so there you are.