Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.

It's Snowing Still," Said Eeyore Gloomily. "so It Is." "and Freezing." "is It?" "yes," Said Eeyore. "however," He Said, Brightening Up A Little, "we Haven't Had An Earthquake Lately.

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 One Was The Left, But He Never Could Remember How To Begin.

Let's Begin By Taking A Smallish Nap Or Two.

Now Then, Pooh," Said Christopher Robin, "where's Your Boat?" "i Ought To Say," Explained Pooh As They Walked Down To The Shore Of The Island, "that It Isn't Just An Ordinary Sort Of Boat. Sometimes It's A Boat, And Sometimes It's More Of An Accident. It All Depends." "depends On What?" "on Whether I'm On The Top Of It Or Underneath It.

You Gave Me Christopher Robin, And Then You Breathed New Life In Pooh. Whatever Of Each Has Left My Pen Goes Homing Back To You. My Book Is Ready, And Comes To Greet The Mother It Longs To See -- It Would Be My Present To You, My Sweet, If It Weren't Your Gift To Me.