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“That's right. You'll like Owl. He flew past a day or two ago and noticed me. He didn't actually say anything, mind you, but he knew it was me. Very friendly of him. Encouraging." Pooh and Piglet shuffled about a little and said, "Well, good-bye, Eeyore" as lingeringly as they could, but they had a long way to go, and wanted to be getting on. "Good-bye," said Eeyore. "Mind you don't get blown away, little Piglet. You'd be missed. People would say `Where's little Piglet been blown to?' -- really wanting to know. Well, good-bye. And thank you for happening to pass me.”

Quote by A. A. Milne

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The World of Pooh : the Complete Winnie-The-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner

This book includes the original stories of Winnie-The-Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Tigger, and their adventures in the enchanting world of the Hundred Acre Wood. It brings together both 'Winnie-The-Pooh' and 'The House at Pooh Corner', offering readers a delightful compilation of A.A. Milne's beloved characters and their charming escapades. more

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A. A. Milne
A. A. Milne

A. A. Milne was a British author renowned for his children's literature, particularly for creating the endearing characters Winnie-the-Pooh and Christopher Robin. Born on January 18, 1882, and deceased on January 31, 1956, Milne's contributions have left a lasting imprint on the world of children's literature. more

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