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"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
"I know," said Pooh humbly. |
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"Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon." |
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"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best -- " and
then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was
a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat
it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was
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Then he began to think of all the things
Christopher Robin would want to tell him when he came back from wherever
he was going to, and how muddling it would be for a Bear of Very Little
Brain to try and get them right in his mind. "So perhaps," he said sadly
to himself, "Christopher Robin won't tell me any more," and he wondered
if being a Faithful Knight meant that you just went on being faithful without
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"What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?" said Pooh. "For I am
a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me." |
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"Yes," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
"I see now," said Winnie-the-Pooh. "I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of no Brain at All." |
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Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which
get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you. |
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When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things,
you sometimes find 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. |
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Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the
right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the
right, then the other was the left, but he never could remember how to
begin. |
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"My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling, but it Wobbles, and the
letters get in the wrong places." |
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"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way." |
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"That buzzing-noise means something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's
making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise
that I know of is because you're a bee. ....
And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey..... And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it." So he began to climb the tree. |
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(c) C. Johns  |
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