Character: Winnie The Pooh. Page 2

- Hey, anybody home? I ask: Hey, anybody home?
- No! And there is no need to shout, I the first time heard.

It's nice that and say -
Gifts birthday,
But other pleasure to give,
Pleasant without a doubt!
And I and I and I have the same opinion!

- I think this is it. Let's see, please.
- What's the matter? I took him off my bell! What I don't understand!
- It?
- He.
- My tail?
- What's the matter?
My real, own tail?
- Well, of course.
- Hurray! The tail was found! Owl has found a tail.
- What is the tail? Tail!? But, what is this? It means I... got... a tail?
- Ahahaha.

- Great! And write, just add - the-Pooh.
- And you yourself, do not know how?
- Actually know how. But I have pravilnika lame. It is good, but somehow lame.
- No, all this stuff will not fit. You know what, Pooh, say it just like that - words.
- And the words I do not know. You know I have very little brain, long words only upset me.

- Hello, Piglet. What are you doing here?
- I want to call. I walked past...
- Let me help you. Check this out. [Ringing the doorbell] Bad news, Piglet the Eeyore tail are gone.
- Who is missing?
He is the tail. Just birthday. Something is not open. Birthday, and here on you - no tail, no gifts! Yes, what are they, asleep, or what?
Feathers, after all it's your house!
- Ah, right. Well, then go in.

Shoot!.. Where do you shoot?
- In bees, of course.
It's not bees, you must shoot the balloon.
But if I shoot the ball it'll go off.
And if you don't shoot - then spoil me!
[Piglet shoots and gets in Winnie the Pooh]
- Oh-Oh-Oh!
- What did not get?
- Not that I wouldn't go, just don't hit the ball.

Monotonous work is work. Monotonous pleasure is also a pleasure. That's no reason to talk about death and the like.

The balloon can be anyone you want to comfort.

You out of your misery and disappointments.
And immediately comes the good weather
When you or him when, well, still, who,
but not me! -
give the birthday - the pot without honey.

- And you that, already? asked the Rabbit.
- What, do you perhaps have anything else? said Pooh. - You're not in a hurry Piglet?
- No.
Well, then we sit some more...
And they sat for a while, then another bit, then another...

- Pooh, what do you like doing most in the world?
- Well,- said Pooh, I love the most...
And then he had to stop and think because although eating honey was a very pleasant experience, but there is a moment just before you will be accepted for the honey when it's still nicer than when you're eating, but the Fluff didn't know how this moment is called.

What day is it today?
- Today.
- My favorite day.

The best way to write poetry, letting things be wherever they want.

I tuchka, tuchka, tuchka,
I wasn't a bear.
Oh, how sweet to be a cloud
The sky to fly!