Life is so much friendlier with two.

When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.

When I was young, we always had mornings like this.

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

"I just like to know," said Pooh humbly.

We'll be friends until forever, just you wait and see