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When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don't eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out.
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Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.
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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 about it.
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When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.
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'It's a little Anxious,' he said to himself, 'to be a Very Small Animal Entirely Surrounded by Water.'
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But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.
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Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.
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Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.
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Now it happened that Kanga had felt rather motherly that morning, and Wanting to Count Things — like Roo's vests, and how many pieces of soap there were left, and the two clean spots in Tigger's feeder.
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One day when Pooh was thinking, he thought he would go and see Eeyore, because he hadn't seen him since yesterday.
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There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there.
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Eeyore, the old grey donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."
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When I was One,I had just begun.When I was Two,I was nearly new.When I was ThreeI was hardly me.When I was Four,I was not much more.When I was Five, I was just alive.But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever,So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
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That's right," said Eeyore. "Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself." "I am," said Pooh.
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Owl,' said Rabbit shortly, 'you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is easy thinking to be done in this Forest - and when I say thinking I mean thinking - you and I must do it.
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'Lucky we know the forest so well, or we might get lost,' said Rabbit half an hour later, and he gave the careless laugh which you give when you know the Forest so well that you can't get lost.Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.'Pooh!' he whispered.'Yes, Piglet?''Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. 'I just wanted to be sure of you.'
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'Yes,' said Tigger, 'they're very good flyers, Tiggers are. Strornry good flyers.'
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'when you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes 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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Piglet looked up, and looked away again. And he felt so Foolish and Uncomfortable that he had almost decided to run away to Sea and be a Sailor, when suddenly he saw something.
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On Monday, when the sun is hot, I wonder to myself a lot. Now is it true, or is it not, that what is which and which is what?
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'I shouldn't be surprised if it hailed a good deal tomorrow', Eeyore was saying. 'Blizzards and what-not. Being fine today doesn't mean anything. It has no sig - what's that word? Well, it has none of that. It's just a small piece of weather.'
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When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don't stop and eat it along the way.
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'And how are you?', said Winnie-the-Pooh. (...)'Not very how', he said. 'I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time.'
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'Hello Rabbit, is that you?''Let's pretend it isn't', said Rabbit, 'and see what happens.'
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