"Many happy returns of Eeyore's birthday," said Pooh.
"Oh, is that what it is?"
"What are you giving him, Owl?"
"What are you giving him, Pooh?"
"I'm giving him a Useful Pot to Keep Things In, and I wanted to ask you --"
"Is this it?" said Owl, taking it out of Pooh's paw.
"Yes, and I wanted to ask you -- "
"Somebody has been keeping honey in it," said Owl.
"You can keep anything in it," said Pooh earnestly. "It's Very Useful like that. And I wanted to ask you -- "
"You ought to write 'A Happy Birthday' on it."
"That was what I wanted to ask you," said Pooh. "Because my spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places. Would you write 'A Happy Birthday' on it for me?"
"It's a nice pot," said Owl, looking at it all round. "Couldn't I give it too? From both of us?"
"No," said Pooh. "That would not be a good plan. Now I'll just wash it first, and then you can write on it."
Well, he washed the pot out, and dried it, while Owl licked the end of his pencil, and wondered how to spell "birthday."
"Can you read, Pooh?" he asked a little anxiously. "There's a notice about knocking and ringing outside my door, which Christopher Robin wrote. Could you read it?"
"Christopher Robin told me what it said, and then I could."
"Well, I'll tell you what this says, and then you'll be able to."
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.
"Well, actually, of course, I'm saying 'A Very Happy Birthday with love from Pooh.' Naturally it takes a good deal of pencil to say a long thing like that."
Thanks, everyone, for the birthday wishes. D, I probably should have had ice cream, one of my favorite things. But I had an ice storm and some pudding instead.
As a followup to Dan Waber’s x365 project, for which participants wrote about one person a day for a year, Lisa Otter’s starting a 365 project to blog a song a day (a musical memoir writing exercise). Her hub (and the project) is called Dancing about Architecture, based on the Elvis Costello quote: “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture—it’s a really stupid thing to want to do.” To join in, link to her blog. •
I really don’t have time to do this, so most entries will likely be the briefest of notes. • Or maybe I’ll last a day or two and drop out.
11 comments:
Dude - happy birthday!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! May it include lots of dancing, and taking chances...
We're having an ice storm, and I'll likely lose power. So I may not get to play blog games today! We'll see...
Thank you for the good wishes!
Happy Day.
What will you do to celebrate?
I hope it has something to do with Chocolate...and Tim.
Now go fill your bathtub in case you lose power. (I learned this one the hard way)
"Good morning, Owl," he said.
"Good morning, Pooh," said Owl.
"Many happy returns of Eeyore's birthday," said Pooh.
"Oh, is that what it is?"
"What are you giving him, Owl?"
"What are you giving him, Pooh?"
"I'm giving him a Useful Pot to Keep Things In, and I wanted to ask you --"
"Is this it?" said Owl, taking it out of Pooh's paw.
"Yes, and I wanted to ask you -- "
"Somebody has been keeping honey in it," said Owl.
"You can keep anything in it," said Pooh earnestly. "It's Very Useful like that. And I wanted to ask you -- "
"You ought to write 'A Happy Birthday' on it."
"That was what I wanted to ask you," said Pooh. "Because my spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places. Would you write 'A Happy Birthday' on it for me?"
"It's a nice pot," said Owl, looking at it all round. "Couldn't I give it too? From both of us?"
"No," said Pooh. "That would not be a good plan. Now I'll just wash it first, and then you can write on it."
Well, he washed the pot out, and dried it, while Owl licked the end of his pencil, and wondered how to spell "birthday."
"Can you read, Pooh?" he asked a little anxiously. "There's a notice about knocking and ringing outside my door, which Christopher Robin wrote. Could you read it?"
"Christopher Robin told me what it said, and then I could."
"Well, I'll tell you what this says, and then you'll be able to."
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.
"Well, actually, of course, I'm saying 'A Very Happy Birthday with love from Pooh.' Naturally it takes a good deal of pencil to say a long thing like that."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
LO: Things are looking up stormwise. We'll see. I'm hoping roads are clear for going out to dinner tonight!
SY: You know me so well. And thanks for all the prezzies.
Happy Birthday Indigo!
Hope the ice storm keeps away and you get all your wishes.
Happy Birthday!
At first I thought you said you were having ice cream. Isn't that nice, I thought to myself, Indigo is having ice cream on her birthday.
Happy B.!
Thanks, everyone, for the birthday wishes. D, I probably should have had ice cream, one of my favorite things. But I had an ice storm and some pudding instead.
OH dear I'm late!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY anyway!!!
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