Owl:
This is just a mild spring zephyr compared to the big wind of '67. Or was it, uh, '76? Oh, well, no matter. Oh, I remember the big blow well.
Piglet:
I'll remember this one, too.
Owl:
It was the year my Aunt Clara went to visit her cousin. Now, her cousin was not only gifted on the glockenspiel, but being a screech owl, also sang soprano in the London Opera.
Winnie the Pooh:
[as Piglet shoves a honey pot into his face; muffled]
Thank you, Piglet.
Owl:
You see, her constant praticing so unnerved my aunt that she laid a seagull egg by mistake. Oooooohhhhhh!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:55