"Oh Tigger, where are your manners?" "I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am." - A. A. Milne

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 it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day."

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem.

"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
"I know," said Pooh humbly.