But Now I Am Six. And I'm

And How Are You?" Said Winnie-the-pooh. Eeyore Shook His Head From Side To Side. "not Very How," He Said. "i Don't Seem To Have Felt At All How For A Long Time." "dear, Dear," Said Pooh, "i'm Sorry About That. Let's Have A Look At You.

What Ever Fortune Brings, Don't Be Afraid Of Doing Things.

We Can’t All And Some Of Us Don’t. That’s All There Is To It.

She Also Considered Very Seriously What She Would Look Like In A Little Cottage In The Middle Of The Forest, Dressed In A Melancholy Gray And Holding Communion Only With The Birds And Trees; A Life Of Retirement Away From The Vain World; A Life Into Which No Man Came. It Had Its Attractions, But She Decided That Gray Did Not Suit Her.

Good Morning, Eeyore," Said Pooh. "good Morning, Pooh Bear," Said Eeyore Gloomily. "if It Is A Good Morning, Which I Doubt," Said He. "why, What's The Matter?" "nothing, Pooh Bear, Nothing. We Can't All, And Some Of Us Don't. That's All There Is To It." "can't All What?" Said Pooh, Rubbing His Nose. "gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush.