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.

I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh.
"I wish I were there to be doing it, too.

But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.

What day is it?” It’s today, squeaked Piglet. My favorite day, said Pooh.

What day is it,?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.

How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet
"You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh