So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was in the open again ... and then his ears ... and then his front paws ... and then his shoulders ... and then-'Oh, help!' said Pooh, 'I'd better go back,' 'Oh bother!' said Pooh, 'I shall have to go on.' 'I can't do either!' said Pooh, 'Oh help and bother!
A. A. MilneWhat I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
A. A. MilneI suppose this is the reason why diaries are so rarely kept nowadays- that nothing ever happens to anybody.
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