The house at Pooh Corner

It is the best way to write poetry, letting things come.’

I've still got all this snow to do what I like with. One mustn't complain.”

and the snow, tired of rushing round in circles trying to catch itself up, now fluttered gently down until it found a place on which to rest,

the more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there

IN WHICH A HOUSE IS BUILT AT POOH CORNER FOR EEYORE