When I was young, we always had mornings like this.
Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.
The things that make me different are the things that make me.
Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?