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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.

A Fly Can't Bird, But A Bird Can Fly.

Once Upon A Time There Were Three Little Foxes Who Didn't Wear Stockings, And They Didn't Wear Sockses, But They All Had Handkerchiefs To Blow Their Noses, And They Kept Their Handkerchiefs In Cardboard Boxes.

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved More Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, “there Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.” But All The Little Streams Higher Up In The Forest Went This Way And That, Quickly, Eagerly, Having So Much To Find Out Before It Was Too Late.

So He Started To Climb Out Of The Hole. He Pulled With His Front Paws, And Pushed With His Back Paws, And In A Little While His Nose Was In The Open Again ... And Then His Ears ... And Then His Front Paws ... And Then His Shoulders ... And Then-'oh, Help!' Said Pooh, 'i'd Better Go Back,' 'oh Bother!' Said Pooh, 'i Shall Have To Go On.' 'i Can't Do Either!' Said Pooh, 'oh Help And Bother!