author
, best known for his books about the teddy bear
Winnie-the-Pooh
and for various children's poems. Milne was a noted writer, primarily as a playwright, before the huge success of Pooh overshadowed all his previous work.
A. A. Milne was born in Kilburn, London, to parents Vince Milne and Sarah Marie Milne (née Heginbotham) and grew up at Henley House School, 6/7 Mortimer Road (now Crescent), Kilburn, a small public school
run by his father.
James James Morrison MorrisonWeatherby George DupreeTook great care of his motherThough he was only three.James James said to his motherMother he said, said he:You mustn't go down to the end of the town if you don't go down with me.James James Morrison's MotherPut on a golden gown.James James Morrison's MotherWent to the end of the townJames James Morrison's MotherSaid to herself, said she:I can go right down to the end of the town and be back in time for tea!
"If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee." Then he thought another long time, and said: "And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey." And then he got up, and said: "And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it." So he began to climb the tree.
Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o'clock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and when Rabbit said, "Honey or condensed milk with your bread?" he was so excited that he said, "Both," and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, "But don't bother about the bread, please."
"What?" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn't been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of way.
"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."
These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only one in the forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many ways, able to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went all to pieces over delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTEREDTOAST.
"I'm giving this to Eeyore," he explained, "as a present. What are you going to give?" "Couldn't I give it too?" said Piglet. "From both of us?" "No," said Pooh. "That would not be a good plan."
It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."
"Because my spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places."
"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal."