"Hallo, Eeyore," said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came out. "How are you?"
"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is," said Christopher Robin, looking up and around.
"...and freezing," Eeyore continued.
"Is it?" replied Christopher Robin.
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately."
The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne
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