: He was followed by a small gray rain cloud that always seemed to be there. His droopy tail made raindrops drop down and soak into it and his mood wasn't much better. And so, always with an Eeyore eschatology, he accepted the drizzle with a resigned sigh and muttered, “Figured it would rain on me.” But the Hundred Acre Wood felt warm and none of his friends were far off to stick a smile on his face. #eeyore

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