He hadn’t gone more than half-way when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. It began at the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the soles of his feet. It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, “Now then, Pooh, time for a little something.”

A. A. Milne (1882-1956) English poet and playwright [Alan Alexander Milne]

Winnie-the-Pooh, ch. 6 “Eeyore Has a Birthday” (1926)
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