Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.

Turn around, Piglet. Step lightly, Pooh. This silly ol' dance is perfect for two.

A Fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.

They're funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you're having them.

Think it over, think it under.

She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came. It had its attractions, but she decided that gray did not suit her.