winnie-the-pooh

i’m not talking about any watered down, commercialized, cartoonized winnie-the-pooh, i’m talking about the bona fide genuine bear from a. a. milne.

winnie the pooh’s goodness and wit still charm me. you can identify with this sort of bear,

it was a warm day, and he had a long way to go. he hadn’t gone more than halfway when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. it began at the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the soles of his feet. it was just as if somebody inside him were saying, ‘now then, pooh, time for a little something.’

i love all the pooh adventures. i love them so much that i own two copies of each book. our little pooh bear has wisdom his tubby tummy belies. if you haven’t met him, do.

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