A Fly Can't Bird, But A Bird

There's The South Pole, Said Christopher Robin, And I Expect There's An East Pole And A West Pole, Though People Don't Like Talking About Them.

I'll Give You Three Guesses, Rabbit. Digging Holes In The Ground? Wrong. Leaping From Branch To Branch Of A Young Oak Tree? Wrong. Waiting For Somebody To Help Me Out Of The River? Right. Give Rabbit Time, And He'll Always Get The Answer.

But Piglet Is So Small That He Slips Into A Pocket, Where It Is Very Comfortable To Feel Him When You Are Not Quite Sure Whether Twice Seven Is Twelve Or Twenty-two.

She Also Considered Very Seriously What She Would Look Like In A Little Cottage In The Middle Of The Forest, Dressed In A Melancholy Gray And Holding Communion Only With The Birds And Trees; A Life Of Retirement Away From The Vain World; A Life Into Which No Man Came. It Had Its Attractions, But She Decided That Gray Did Not Suit Her.

Bores Can Be Divided Into Two Classes; Those Who Have Their Own Particular Subject, And Those Who Do Not Need A Subject.