The book my brother Phillip bought for me has arrived! A complete collection of the Original Winnie-the-Pooh, as pictured here:
So Owl wrote…and this is what he wrote:
HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY
Pooh looked on admiringly. “I’m just saying ‘A Happy Birthday,’” said Owl carelessly.
“It’s a nice long one,” said Pooh, very much impressed by it.
[Eeyore has just finished reading a poem he wrote himself]
“If anybody wants to clap,” said Eeyore when he had read this, “now is the time to do it.”
They all clapped.
“Thank you,” said Eeyore. “Unexpected and gratifying, if a little lacking in Smack.”
“It’s much better than mine,” said Pooh admiringly, and he really thought it was.
“Well,” explained Eeyore modestly, “it was meant to be.”
“Well,” said Owl, “the customary procedure in such cases is as follows.”
“What does Crustimony Proseedcake mean?” said Pooh.
“For I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.” “It means the Thing to Do.”
“As long as it means that, I don’t mind,” said Pooh humbly.
Secondly, my super awesome pen pal Ashley sent me a super awesome gift: a Chinese scarf in lovely shades of yellow and blue. Not an amazing picture, but here I am wearing it: