Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

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.

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

Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?

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.

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?

Tell the innocent visitor from another world that two people were killed at Serajevo, and that the best that Europe could do about it was to kill eleven million more.