“Sometimes,” said Pooh, crossly, “I just wish I was like Other People.”
“What do you mean?” asked Piglet in surprise.
“Sometimes,” said Pooh, crossly, “I just wish I was like Other People.”
“What do you mean?” asked Piglet in surprise.
Piglet let himself into Pooh’s house to find his friend lying on the floor under his kitchen table with a blanket over his head.
“So, I suppose the diet has to start today,” said Pooh glumly, looking at the still substantial pile of uneaten Easter eggs they had amassed between them.
“Um…why?” said Piglet.
“Because…well, you know. This,” said Pooh, grabbing a generous handful of his gut and squeezing it between his fingers.