A. A. Milne (1882 – 1956)
English author, best known for his books about the teddy bear Winnie-the-Pooh and for various children's poems.
"H–hup!" said Roo accidentally.
"Roo, dear!" said Kanga reproachfully.
"Was it me?" asked Roo, a little surprised.
"It's a little Anxious," he said to himself, "to be a Very Small Animal Entirely Surrounded by Water."
"Nearly eleven o'clock," said Pooh happily. "You're just in time for a little smackerel of something."
We can't all and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.
"Shall I look too?" said Pooh, who was beginning to feel a little eleven o'clockish. And 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.
"I've got a sort of idea," said Pooh at last, "but I don't suppose it's a very good one."
"I don't suppose it is either," said Eeyore.
"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal."
Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Cristopher 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.
Isn't it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?
One day when Pooh was thinking, he thought he would go and see Eeyore, because he hadn't seen him since yesterday.