"Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his  
paws, and tried to think." 
 
	But it was too late at night and he was too tired (and frankly a little down  
after the U.S. Women's gymnastic performances) and he might as well have had a  
hole in his head. Or...his head in a hole, as the case may be. 
 
	"He took his head out of the hole, and had another think, and then he put it  
back in, and said:" 
 
	I really didn't have a thot for tonight and now I'm falling asleep at the  
keyboard. So let me just send a hug to {{{Shanna}}}, {{{Sarah C.}}},  
{{{Lisa}}}, {{{Robin}}}, {{{Keely}}}, and {{{Circ}}}. There's prolly someone I  
should be hugging that really needs it but I can't think right now, so I  
apologize.  
 
	"Then he had an idea, and I think that for a Bear of Very Little Brain, it was  
a good idea. He said to himself:" 
 
	Why don't I just quit babbling and go to bed? 
 
Yeah, that's it! 
 
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/ ____ \|  __  \    
| |   \_| |__|  |  "It's Christopher Robin," he said. 
| |    _| ___  /   "Ah, then you'll be all right," said Piglet. 
| |___/ | |  \ \        "You'll be quite safe with him..." 
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