Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it. . . you feel it. "
When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.
Too many piglets not enough tits.
I don’t feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh. "There there," said Piglet. "I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.
Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.
What I like doing best is Nothing.
get back, get back! ill turn you into a piglet! ast a bula- no wait. that turns ME into a piglet!!
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.
We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.
I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.
How the little piglets would grunt if they knew how the old boar suffered.
He's a male chauvinistic piglet.
It is just flipping unbelievable. He is a mixture of Harry Houdini and a greased piglet. He is barely human in his elusiveness. Nailing Blair is like trying to pin jelly to a wall.
What day is it?" It's today," squeaked Piglet. My favorite day," said Pooh.
The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.
One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.
Oh, bother!,” said Pooh, as Piglet came back from the dead.
Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful that he forgot to be frightened any more, and when Rabbit went on to say that Kangas were only Fierce during the winter months, being at other times of an Affectionate Disposition, he could hardly sit still, he was so eager to begin being useful at once.
Contact lenses are for vain, weak-willed piglets who swan around showing off: 'Look everybody, I can see without spectacles. No one at first glance will ever assume I know how to surf the net. '
Christopher Robin. . . just said it had an "x. "' 'It isn't their necks I mind,' said Piglet earnestly. 'It's their teeth.
