If you were a bird, and lived on high, You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, You'd say to the wind when it took you away: 'That's where I wanted to go today!

Something feels funny. I must be thinking too hard.

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.

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.

One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows.

Walking with her man, Lost in a dream

Think it over, think it under.