“Shall I look?” said Pooh, who was beginning to feel eleven o’clockish. He found a small tin of condensed milk, and something seemed to tell him that Tiggers didn’t like this, so he took it into a corner by itself, and went with it to see that nobody interrupted it. ~A.A.Milne
Pooh was counting his pots of honey when there came a knock at the door. “14,” said Pooh. “Or was it 15? Bother. That’s muddled me. I just like to know, so I can say to myself: ‘I’ve got 14 pots of honey left.’ Or 15. It’s sort of comforting.” ~A.A.Milne #tuesdaymotivations
They were all playing Poohsticks together. They had dropped their sticks in when Rabbit said “Go!” and then they had hurried across to the other side of the bridge, and now they were all leaning over the edge, waiting to see whose stick would come out first. ~A.A.Milne #saturday