Christopher Robin.  Well, he's the glue that holds the forest together.  Without him, we'd have no Pooh Bear or Piglet, etc. etc. etc...  He taught us that going to SKULL was fun.  And there is nothing better to do than nothing at all.  He teaches us neverending love and a kindness to all.  He is an inspiration to many including my family. 

Unfortunately Christopher Robin is quite a long name and Maggie is unable to say it.  But she does get quite a kick out of hearing me say it.

"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh.  "Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, `What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?' and you say, `'O, nothing' and then you go and do it.  It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."

"Friends are a comforting sort of thing to have."

"Promise you won't forget me, ever.  Not even when I am a hundred."

Christopher Robin came down from the Forest to the Bridge, feeling all sunny and careless, just as if twice nineteen didn't matter a bit, as it didn't on such a happy afternoon, and he thought that if he stood on the bottom rail of the bridge, and leant over, and watched the river slipping slowly away beneath him, then he would suddenly know everything that there was to be known.

"Tat-tat, it looks like rain!"

"Silly old bear!"

"Promise me you'll always remember : You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."