In my teens I was often moody and rebellious. Pointed out the negative in everything. So is it any wonder that, out of all of Winnie The pooh's friends, Eeyore was the one I loved the most?
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."