“It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.”

“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.”

“What do you say, Pooh?"Pooh opened his eyes with a jerk and said, "Extremely.""Extremely what?" asked Rabbit."What you were saying," said Pooh. "Undoubtably.”

“Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.”

“I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit."No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way.”

“So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,There's always Pooh and Me."What would I do?" I said to Pooh,"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said to me: "True,It isn't much fun for One, but TwoCan stick together," says Pooh, says he."That's how it is," says Pooh.”

“What I like doing best is Nothing.""How do you do Nothing," asked Pooh after he had wondered for a long time."Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, 'What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?' and you say, 'Oh, Nothing,' and then you go and do it.It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.""Oh!" said Pooh.”