WHEN WE ARE MOTIVATED BY GOALS THAT HAVE DEEP MEANING, BY DREAMS THAT NEED COMPLETION, BY PURE LOVE THAT NEEDS EXPRESSING, THEN WE TRULY LIVE LIFE................................
The sun looked like a great round pot of golden honey. pooh Bear and Christopher Robin were lying on hommocks in the sunny garden. Pooh Bear yawned." Its so hot. could eat something nice and cold." "How about a trifle?" suggested Christopher Robin. " A honey trifle would be just the thing," declared Pooh Bear , licking his lips. "Oh, I know bout honey," frowned Christopher Robin. "Don't worry. I know lots about honey," said Pooh Bear, plodding into the kitchen. Sponge mix. Cream. spoon. Fruit. Honey. It was all there. And Pooh Bear filled the two biggest bowls with the most delicious honey trifle you could possibly imagine. He woke Christopher Robin up and give him a bowl. Christopher Robin sighed. "You haven't given me a spoon to it with." "There's sure to be one in the kitchen," mumbled Pooh Bear, dipping his pow ...
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DumBo was out with his friend TiMothY MoUse when he saw smoke coming out of a cottage window. "Goodness me!" he cried . " It must be on fire!". He rushed to the windowand saw an old lady kneeling by the fire. Smoke was billowing out of the chimney. " Drat it!" muttered the old lady. " Why won't this fire burn? my sticks are nice and dry. But there's no draft." Timothy mouse hopped in through the window , scuttled across the floor and stared up the chimney. There was no day light to be seen at the top- and a piece of twig fell down and hit him on the nose.! Timothy scuttled back to his friend, Dumbo. " I think there's something on the chimney," he said, rubbing his nose. "Something twiggy." "Twiggy...." mused Dumbo." Aha! " With Timothy on his back, he flew up to the rooftop and found a large, untidy nest piled on the top of the chimney, with a bird sitting on it. "Help!" squawked the b...
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