What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You’d sail on the water as blue as air.
And you’d see me here in the fields and say:
“Doesn’t the sky look green today?
I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.
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.
– What day is it?
– It’s today, – squeaked Piglet.
– My favorite day, – said Pooh.
(“Winnie-the Pooh”, A.A. Milne)
How does one become butterfly?’ Pooh asked pensively.
‘You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,’ Piglet replied.
‘You mean to die?’ asked Pooh.
‘Yes and now,’ he answered. ‘What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will live on.
We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh?’ asked Piglet.
Even longer,’ Pooh answered.
Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.
I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh.
“I wish I were there to be doing it, too.