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           Therewasaknifeforsharpeningthepencils,andindiarubberforrubbingoutanythingwhichyouhadspeltwrong,andarulerforrulinglinesforthewordstowalkon,andinchesmarkedontherulerincaseyouwantedtoknowhowmanyinchesanythingwas,andBluePencilsandRedPencilsandGreenPencilsforsayingspecialthingsinblueandredandgreen.AndalltheselovelythingswereinlittlepocketsoftheirowninaSpecialCasewhichshutwithaclickwhenyouclickedit.AndtheywereallforPooh.

           "Oh!"saidPooh.

           "Oh,Pooh!"saideverybodyelseexceptEeyore.

           "Thank-you,"growledPooh.

           ButEeyorewassayingtohimself,"Thiswritingbusiness.Pencilsandwhat-not.Over-rated,ifyouaskme.Sillystuff.Nothinginit."

           Lateron,whentheyhadallsaid"Good-bye"and"Thank-you"toChristopherRobin,PoohandPigletwalkedhomethoughtfullytogetherinthegoldenevening,andforalongtimetheyweresilent.

           "Whenyouwakeupinthemorning,Pooh,"saidPigletatlast,"what’sthefirstthingyousaytoyourself?"

           "What’sforbreakfast?"saidPooh."Whatdoyousay,Piglet?"

           "Isay,Iwonderwhat’sgoingtohappenexcitingto-day?"saidPiglet.Poohnoddedthoughtfully.

           "It’sthesamething,"hesaid.

           "Andwhatdidhappen?"askedChristopherRobin.

           "When?"

           "Nextmorning."

           "Idon’tknow."

           "Couldyouthink,andtellmeandPoohsometime?"

           "Ifyouwanteditverymuch."

           "Poohdoes,"saidChristopherRobin