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           Whenhehadfinishedit,Eeyoredidn’tactuallysaythathedidn’tlikeit,soPoohverykindlysangthesecondversetohim:

           Cottleston,Cottleston,CottlestonPie,

           Afishcan’twhistleandneithercanI.

           AskmeariddleandIreply:

           "Cottleston,Cottleston,CottlestonPie."

           Eeyorestillsaidnothingatall,soPoohhummedthethirdversequietlytohimself:

           Cottleston,Cottleston,CottlestonPie,

           Whydoesachicken,Idon’tknowwhy.

           AskmeariddleandIreply:

           "Cottleston,Cottleston,CottlestonPie."

           "That’sright,"saidEeyore."Sing.Umty-tiddly,umty-too.HerewegogatheringNutsandMay.Enjoyyourself."

           "Iam,"saidPooh.

           "Somecan,"saidEeyore.

           "Why,what’sthematter?"

           "Isanythingthematter?"

           "Youseemsosad,Eeyore."

           "Sad?WhyshouldIbesad?It’smybirthday.Thehappiestdayoftheyear."

           "Yourbirthday?"saidPoohingreatsurprise.

           "Ofcourseitis.Can’tyousee?LookatallthepresentsIhavehad."Hewavedafootfromsidetoside."Lookatthebirthdaycake.Candlesandpinksugar."

           Poohlooked—firsttotherightandthentotheleft.

           "Presents?"saidPooh."Birthdaycake?"saidPooh."Where?"

           "Can’tyouseethem?"

           "No,"saidPooh.

           "NeithercanI,"saidEeyore."Joke,"heexplained."Haha!"

           Poohscratchedhishead,beingalittlepuzzledbyallthis.

           "Butisitreallyyourbirthday?"heasked.

           "Itis."

           "Oh!Well,Manyhappyreturnsoftheday,Eeyore."

           "Andmanyhappyreturnstoyou,PoohBear."

           "Butitisn’tmybirthday."