Tiggers Don't Like Honey.

I Suppose That By This Time They Had Finished Their Dressing. Roger Scurvilegs Tells Us Nothing On Such Important Matters; No Doubt From Modesty. "next Morning They Rose," He Says, And Disappoints Us Of A Picture Of Udo Brushing His Hair.

And That, Said John, Is That.

Dig A Little Deeper. Think Of Something That We've Never Thought Of Before.

What Distinguishes Cambridge From Oxford, Broadly Speaking, Is That Nobody Who Has Been To Cambridge Feels Impelled To Write About It.

Something Feels Funny. I Must Be Thinking Too Hard.