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

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”