Sunday, May 04, 2008

The Stream

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day."

From Chaper VI "In Which Pooh Invents a New Game and Eeyore Joins In," The House at Pooh Corner by A. A. Milne.

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