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"Pooh, promise you won't forget about
me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said. |
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"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh.
"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." |
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Christopher Robin came down from the Forest to the Bridge, feeling
all sunny and careless, and just as if twice nineteen didn't matter a bit,
as it didn't on such a happy afternoon, and he though that if he stood
on the bottom rail of the bridge, and leant over, and watched the river
slipping slowly away beneath him, then he would suddenly know everything
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"I'm not going to do Nothing any more."
"Never again?" "Well, not so much. They don't let you." |
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"Is it a very Grand thing to be an Afternoon, what you said?"
"A Knight?" "Oh was this it?" said Pooh. "Could a Bear be one?" "Of course he could!" said Christopher Robin. "I'll make you one." And he took a stick and touched Pooh on the shoulder, and said, "Rise, Sir Pooh De Bear, most faithful of all my Knights." |
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