Hallo, Eeyore." "Same to you, Pooh Bear, and twice on Thursdays," said Eeyore gloomily. Before Pooh could say: 'Why Thursdays?' Christopher Robin began to explain the sad story of Eeyore's lost house.

His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.

Mind over matter, will make the Pooh unfatter.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.

Time for a little something.

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

Owl,' said Rabbit shortly, 'you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is easy thinking to be done in this Forest - and when I say thinking I mean thinking - you and I must do it.