“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy,” I said.
“Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“Yes, but ——”
“Why ruin it?” he said.
“But you could be doing something Important,” I said.
“I am,” said Pooh.
“Oh? Doing what?”
“Listening,” he said.
“Listening to what?”
“To the birds. And that squirrel over there.”
“What are they saying?” I asked.
“That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“But you know that already,” I said.
“Yes, but it’s always good to hear that somebody else thinks so, too,” he replied.
“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy,” I said. “Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh. “Yes, but ——” “Why ruin it?” he said....
the pursuit of happyness:
“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy,” I said. “Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh. “Yes, but ——” “Why ruin it?” he said....
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