are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get
un-birthday presents ... and only one for birthday presents,
many happy returns of the day!
was a star danced, and under that was I born
scratched his head, being a little puzzled by all this.
"But is it really your birthday?" he asked.
"Oh! Well, Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore."
"And many happy returns to you, Pooh Bear."
"But it isn't my birthday."
"No, it's mine."
"But you said 'Many happy returns' -- "
"Well, why not? You don't always want to be miserable
on my birthday, do you?"
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
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