Pim has opened up another rich vein of psychological typology.

I already said I identify with Mole - a nicer person than Eeyore, easily impressed by people more sophisticated and confident than himself.

Any Rattys?  Anyone prepared to say they are Toad?  (Wind in the Willows is institutionally sexist in so far as all the main characters are male.)

My Wind in the Willows theory is that everyone is a Mole, a Ratty, a Badger or a Toad.  But I realise it falls down as they are all definitely male.  Kanga is definitely female, but there is no reason why the others in Pooh have to be male, as you say.

If I were to be any of the characters it would be Mole, mainly because of his attachment to his home. DB, was it you that posted that terribly touching scene recently about Mole desperately trying retrace his steps and find the that he had `smelt`? Brings quite a lump to the throat.

I was reading that bit to my class the other day, Mort...difficult to do dry-eyed as that huge sob wells up in Mole!

That's the chapter, DB. Here's the passage (handkerchiefs at the ready)....

The Mole subsided forlornly on a tree-stump and tried to control himself, for he felt it surely coming. The sob he had fought with so long refused to be beaten. Up and up, it forced its way to the air, and then another, and another, and others thick and fast; till poor Mole at last gave up the struggle, and cried freely and helplessly and openly, now that he knew it was all over and he had lost what he could hardly be said to have found.

The Rat, astonished and dismayed at the violence of Mole's paroxysm of grief, did not dare to speak for a while. At last he said, very quietly and sympathetically, `What is it, old fellow? Whatever can be the matter? Tell us your trouble, and let me see what I can do.'

Poor Mole found it difficult to get any words out between the upheavals of his chest that followed one upon another so quickly and held back speech and choked it as it came. `I know it's a-- shabby, dingy little place,' he sobbed forth at last, brokenly: `not like--your cosy quarters--or Toad's beautiful hall--or Badger's great house--but it was my own little home--and I was fond of it--and I went away and forgot all about it--and then I smelt it suddenly--on the road, when I called and you wouldn't listen, Rat--and everything came back to me with a rush--and I wanted it!--O dear, O dear!--and when you wouldn't turn back, Ratty--and I had to leave it, though I was smelling it all the time--I thought my heart would break.--We might have just gone and had one look at it, Ratty--only one look--it was close by--but you wouldn't turn back, Ratty, you wouldn't turn back! O dear, O dear!'

Recollection brought fresh waves of sorrow, and sobs again took full charge of him, preventing further speech.

You done it now, IGI   Yes, I did get a lump in my throat. Again. Well, a bit more than that if I`m to be honest ....

Has anyone read the 'sequels' to tWitW? I think that they're by William Horwood (him of the moles and the eagles).
I read them about 7 years ago, really enjoyed them but was slightly unnerved by the suspicion of reality being tampered with. The ending of the final book when the characters all seem to become aware that they are fictions and are slowly fading out of existence made me cry a little bit, which on the evidence I've presented recently here might seem to be an every day occurrence but at the time was really quite rare.

In the Pooh personality test I came out as Rabbit. 
I know some people who will heartily endorse that message.