Like a dream when nothing goes right.

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”

When Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,”and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “But don't bother about the bread, please.”

The Piglet was sitting on the ground at the foor of his house blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year , next year, sometime or never. He had just discovered that it would be never, and was trying to remember what "it" was, and hoping it wasn't anything nice...

Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.

"Aha!" said Pooh. Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum. "If I know anything about anything, that hole means Rabbit," he said, "and Rabbit means Company," he said, "and Company means Food and Listening-to-Me-Humming and such like. Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um"

"...what colour was this balloon when it – when it was a balloon?"
"Red".
"I just wondered... Red," he murmured to himself. "My favourite colour... How big was it?"
"About as big as me".
"I just wondered... About as big as Piglet," he said to himself sadly. "My favourite size. Well, well".

It was a warm day, and he had a long way to go. He hadn't gone more than half-way when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. It began at the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the soles of his feet. It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something".

"You seem so sad, Eeyore".
"Sad? Why should I be sad? It's my birthday. The happiest day of the year".

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
“Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fish can’t whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
“Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken, I don’t know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
“Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”

"Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!"
"So do I," said Pooh.

The more he tried to sleep, the more he couldn't. He tried Counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps.

"But this is Me!" said Bear, very much surprised.
"What sort of Me?"

"I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget".

And then he gave a very long sigh and said, "I wish Pooh were here. It's so much more friendly with two".

"Oh, you're not Piglet", he said. "I know Piglet well, and he's quite a different colour."

"Pooh", said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain".
"I know", said Pooh humbly