Any Day Spent With You Is My

When You Wake Up In The Morning, Pooh," Said Piglet At Last, "what's The First Thing You Say To Yourself?" "what's For Breakfast?" Said Pooh. "what Do You Say, Piglet?" "i Say, I Wonder What's Going To Happen Exciting Today?" Said Piglet. Pooh Nodded Thoughtfully. "it's The Same Thing," He Said.

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.

Pay Attention To Where You Are Going Because Without Meaning You Might Get Nowhere.

Piglet Noticed That Even Though He Had A Very Small Heart, It Could Hold A Rather Large Amount Of Gratitude.

And The Only Reason For Making Honey Is So As I Can Eat It.