It’s your fault, Eeyore. You’ve never been to see any of us. You just stay here in this one corner of the Forest waiting for the others to come to you. Why don’t you go to THEM sometimes?
They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.
No Give and Take. No Exchange of Thought. It gets you nowhere, particularly if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.
Could you ask your friend to do his exercises somewhere else? I shall be having lunch directly, and don’t want it bounced on just before I begin. A trifling matter, and fussy of me, but we all have our little ways.
I’d say thistles, but nobody listens to me, anyway.
Thanks, but I’d rather stay an Eeyore.
It’s an awful nice tail, Kanga. Much nicer than the rest of me.
A tail isn’t a tail to them, it’s just a little bit extra at the back.
I’m telling you. People come and go in this Forest, and they say, ‘It’s only Eeyore, so it doesn’t count.’