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“Getting Tigger down,” said Eeyore, “and Not hurting anybody. Keep those two ideas in your head, and you’ll be all right. I’m not saying there won’t be an Accident, mind you. They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” ~A.A.Milne #SundayFunday

“Getting Tigger down,” said Eeyore, “and Not hurting anybody. Keep those two ideas in your head, and you’ll be all right. 
I’m not saying there won’t be an Accident, mind you. They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” ~A.A.Milne #SundayFunday
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They came to an enchanted place on the top of the Forest. Being enchanted, it’s floor was not like the floor of the Forest, but close-set grass, quiet, smooth and green. It was the only place where you could sit down carelessly, without getting up again almost at once. ~A.A.Milne

They came to an enchanted place on the top of the Forest. Being enchanted, it’s floor was not like the floor of the Forest, but close-set grass, quiet, smooth and green. It was the only place where you could sit down carelessly, without getting up again almost at once. ~A.A.Milne
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“Mostly we drove to work, and this was four miles. It is only now that more and more I find myself doing the journey on foot. If it takes longer and means starting earlier I can reassure myself that it is a great deal cheaper.” ~C.R.Milne (1979) #tuesdaymotivations

“Mostly we drove to work, and this was four miles. It is only now that more and more I find myself doing the journey on foot. If it takes longer and means starting earlier I can reassure myself that it is a great deal cheaper.” ~C.R.Milne (1979) #tuesdaymotivations
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“I made my appearance at 8 o’clock on the morning of August 21st in the year 1920. Pooh was only a year younger (given as a 1st birthday present) and my inseparable companion. As you find us in the poem ‘Us Two’, so we were in real life.” ~C.R.Milne #HappyBirthdayChristopherRobin

“I made my appearance at 8 o’clock on the morning of August 21st in the year 1920. Pooh was only a year younger (given as a 1st birthday present) and my inseparable companion. As you find us in the poem ‘Us Two’, so we were in real life.” ~C.R.Milne #HappyBirthdayChristopherRobin
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Eeyore led the way to the most thistly-looking patch of thistles that ever was, and waved a hoof at it. “A little patch I was keeping for my birthday,” he said, “but, after all, what are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow. Help yourself, Tigger.” ~A.A.Milne #sharing #friends

Eeyore led the way to the most thistly-looking patch of thistles that ever was, and waved a hoof at it. “A little patch I was keeping for my birthday,” he said, “but, after all, what are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow. Help yourself, Tigger.” ~A.A.Milne #sharing #friends
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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 #fridayfeeling

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 #fridayfeeling
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“Are you,” he said, “by any chance His Majesty the King of France?” The other answered, “I am that,” Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat; Then said, “Excuse me,” with an air, “But is it Mr Edward Bear?” And Teddy, bending very low, Replied politely, “Even so!” ~A.A.Milne #polite

“Are you,” he said, “by any chance
His Majesty the King of France?”
The other answered, “I am that,”
Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat;
Then said, “Excuse me,” with an air,
“But is it Mr Edward Bear?”
And Teddy, bending very low,
Replied politely, “Even so!” ~A.A.Milne #polite
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“Oh, Pooh!” cried Christopher Robin. “Where ARE you?” “Here I am,” said a growly voice behind him. “Pooh!” They rushed into each other’s arms. “How did you get here, Pooh?” asked Christopher Robin, when he was ready to talk again. “On my boat,” said Pooh proudly. ~A.A.Milne

“Oh, Pooh!” cried Christopher Robin. “Where ARE you?”
“Here I am,” said a growly voice behind him.
“Pooh!”
They rushed into each other’s arms.
“How did you get here, Pooh?” asked Christopher Robin, when he was ready to talk again.
“On my boat,” said Pooh proudly. ~A.A.Milne
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“Of all the Bank Holidays the Monday in August seems the most genuine. Whit Monday, like Easter Monday, moves with the compulsion of the moon. August Bank Holiday depends upon nothing but itself. It is a gift-day, out of, and generally under, the blue.” ~A.A.Milne #GiftDay

“Of all the Bank Holidays the Monday in August seems the most genuine. Whit Monday, like Easter Monday, moves with the compulsion of the moon. August Bank Holiday depends upon nothing but itself. It is a gift-day, out of, and generally under, the blue.” ~A.A.Milne #GiftDay
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“Shall I look in the cupboard too?” said Pooh, who was beginning to feel a little eleven o’clockish. He found a small tin of condensed milk, and 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

“Shall I look in the cupboard too?” said Pooh, who was beginning to feel a little eleven o’clockish. He found a small tin of condensed milk, and 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
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“Our thermometer hangs in the kitchen garden. It gives you an excuse in summer for going and leaning against the fruit trees. “Let’s go and look at the thermometer” you say. What you really mean is, “Let’s go and see if any fruit has blown down in the night.”~A.A.Milne #Wednesday

“Our thermometer hangs in the kitchen garden. It gives you an excuse in summer for going and leaning against the fruit trees. “Let’s go and look at the thermometer” you say. What you really mean is, “Let’s go and see if any fruit has blown down in the night.”~A.A.Milne #Wednesday
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“It’s the middle of the night, which is a good time for going to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll have honey for breakfast. Do Tiggers like honey?” “They like everything,” said Tigger cheerfully. “Then if they like going to sleep on the floor, I’ll go back to bed,” said Pooh. ~A.A.Milne

“It’s the middle of the night, which is a good time for going to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll have honey for breakfast. Do Tiggers like honey?”
“They like everything,” said Tigger cheerfully.
“Then if they like going to sleep on the floor, I’ll go back to bed,” said Pooh. ~A.A.Milne
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Piglet found himself slowly going up to the ceiling. He was so proud that he would have called out “Look at ME!” if he hadn’t been afraid that Pooh and Owl would let go of their end of the string and look at him. “Up we go!” said Pooh cheerfully. ~A.A.Milne #brave #FridayFeeling

Piglet found himself slowly going up to the ceiling. He was so proud that he would have called out “Look at ME!” if he hadn’t been afraid that Pooh and Owl would let go of their end of the string and look at him.
“Up we go!” said Pooh cheerfully. ~A.A.Milne #brave #FridayFeeling
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He and the Forest, alone together The springs that come and the summers that go Autumn dew on bracken and heather, The drip of the Forest beneath the snow… All the things they have seen All the things they have heard An April sky swept clean and the song of a bird… ~A.A.Milne

He and the Forest, alone together 
The springs that come and the summers that go
Autumn dew on bracken and heather,
The drip of the Forest beneath the snow…
All the things they have seen
All the things they have heard
An April sky swept clean and the song of a bird… ~A.A.Milne
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“Signs of autumn - the reddening leaf, the chill in the early-morning air, the Misty evenings. In a year of drought the leaves may change before their time. Last night the waiter put the celery on with the cheese, and I knew that summer was over.” ~A.A.Milne #September1st

“Signs of autumn - the reddening leaf, the chill in the early-morning air, the Misty evenings. In a year of drought the leaves may change before their time. Last night the waiter put the celery on with the cheese, and I knew that summer was over.” ~A.A.Milne #September1st
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“Pooh,” cried Piglet, “do you know the way?” “No,” said Pooh. “But there are twelve pots of honey in my cupboard, and they’ve been calling me for hours. If nobody says anything except those twelve pots, I shall know where they’re coming from.” ~A.A.Milne #listen #MondayMotivation

“Pooh,” cried Piglet, “do you know the way?”
“No,” said Pooh. “But there are twelve pots of honey in my cupboard, and they’ve been calling me for hours. If nobody says anything except those twelve pots, I shall know where they’re coming from.” ~A.A.Milne #listen #MondayMotivation
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They all felt awkward and unhappy suddenly, because it was a sort of good-bye they were saying, and they didn’t want to think about it. So they stood around, and waited for somebody else to speak, and they nudged each other, and said “Go on.” ~A.A.Milne #backtoschool

They all felt awkward and unhappy suddenly, because it was a sort of good-bye they were saying, and they didn’t want to think about it. So they stood around, and waited for somebody else to speak, and they nudged each other, and said “Go on.” ~A.A.Milne #backtoschool
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“Do you know what this is?” “No,” said Piglet. “It’s an A.” “Oh.” “Not O - A,” said Eeyore severely. “Can’t you HEAR, or do you think you have more education than Christopher Robin? He said it was an A, and an A it is - until somebody treads on it.” ~A.A.Milne #BackToSchool

“Do you know what this is?”
“No,” said Piglet.
“It’s an A.”
“Oh.”
“Not O - A,” said Eeyore severely. “Can’t you HEAR, or do you think you have more education than Christopher Robin? He said it was an A, and an A it is - until somebody treads on it.” ~A.A.Milne 
#BackToSchool
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“Come on, stick! Stick, stick, stick!” Piglet got very excited because his was the only one which had been seen, and that meant he was winning. “Are you sure it’s mine?” squeaked Piglet. “Yes, because it’s grey. A big grey one. Here it comes!” And out floated Eeyore. ~A.A.Milne

“Come on, stick! Stick, stick, stick!”
Piglet got very excited because his was the only one which had been seen, and that meant he was winning.
“Are you sure it’s mine?” squeaked Piglet.
“Yes, because it’s grey. A big grey one. Here it comes!”
And out floated Eeyore. ~A.A.Milne
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"It was evening. My mother was in the garden quietly pottering, reliving those glorious moments and wonderful, heartwarming words. Gently smiling, she moved among her flowers, basking like a cat in the evening sun and in the memory of the praise of her beloved garden."~C.R.Milne

"It was evening. My mother was in the garden quietly pottering, reliving those glorious moments and wonderful, heartwarming words. Gently smiling, she moved among her flowers, basking like a cat in the evening sun and in the memory of the praise of her beloved garden."~C.R.Milne