“Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.”

“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.”

“Rabbit’s clever,” said Pooh thoughtfully.”Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit’s clever.””And he has Brain.””Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit has Brain.”There was a long silence.”I suppose,” said Pooh, “that that’s why he never understands anything.”

“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet”You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – Pooh”