Boy howdy,
did I love Winnie the Pooh
when I was younger.
In fact, one of my nicknames was
'Lynnie the Pooh".
Used to watch the specials whenever they were on.
One of my favorite parts
was when Pooh might have come across
a rather confusing situation;
something that perplexed and bothered him greatly;
one that distracted and distorted his otherwise happy life . . .
and he would sit
(usually on a big log or rock)
tap his little head with his cute, round bear paws
and repeat over and over and over again:
"Think. Think. Think. Think. Think."
Perhaps a lesson for all of us.
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