Owl licked the end of his pencil and wondered how to spell 'birthday'.So, PZ, I know you're spending it quietly, but HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHUDY from all here, and keep goring them creationist oxen.
'Can you read, Pooh?' he asked, a little anxiously. 'There's a notice about knocking and ringing outside my door, which Christopher Robin wrote. Could you read it?'
'Christopher Robin told me what it said and then I could,' said Pooh.
'Well, I'll tell you what this says, and then you'll be able to.' So Owl wrote, and this is what he wrote...
HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHUDY
Pooh looked on admiringly.
9 March 2008
A very British happy birthday from the land of Darwin
by Peter Mc
and all at The Beagle Project to PZ Myers. PZ is a great supporter of the Project, and if you're a reader here, you're probably a Pharyngulite so I won't bother to list his many virtues. So here's the most British of happy birthdays, courtesy of Winnie the Pooh. It is Eeyore's birthday, and Pooh, being a bear of very little brain and unable to write, goes to Owl for help. Owl hoots a big game, but ain't all he's cracked up to be: