Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it...you feel it."

I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer.

This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.

What I like doing best is Nothing.

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.

Sing Ho for the Life of a Bear