Η Μαρίζα κι εγώ ανήκουμε στη γενιά του Κέρμιτ (μόνο που εγώ δούλευα τότε στην Αγγλία ενώ η Μαρίζα πήγαινε ακόμα στο δημοτικό). Οπότε σκεφτείτε πράσινο βατραχάκι (τον Ρόμπιν, το ανιψάκι του Κέρμιτ) να σιγοτραγουδάει μελαγχολικά το ποίημα του Μιλν:
Halfway Down The Stairs
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head.
It isn't really anywhere, it's somewhere else instead.
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair where I always stop.