No Sensible Author Wants Anything But Praise.

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.

The Dormouse Looked Out, And He Said With A Sigh: "i Suppose All These People Know Better Than I. It Was Silly, Perhaps, But I Did Like The View Of Geraniums (red) And Delphiniums (blue).

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.

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.

Food Is A Subject Of Conversation More Spiritually Refreshing Even Than The Weather, For The Number Of Possible Remarks About The Weather Is Limited, Whereas Of Food You Can Talk On And On And On.