|Other books by Kenneth Grahame include Tales of the River Bank. |
|When the Mole escapes from the tedium of spring cleaning and embarks on a new life on the River Bank with his friend the Water Rat, he has little idea of the adventures ahead of him. And the greatest adventures of all are concerned with the vainglorious Toad, who is thrown into transports of delight and finally prison by his love of fast motor cars. It is a hard battle indeed for his friends to teach Mr Toad even a little sense. |
|"Look here," said the rat, "if you've really nothing else on hand this morning suppose we drop down the river together and have a long day of it." The mole waggled his toes from sheer happiness, spread his chest with a sigh of full contentment and leaned back blissfully into the soft cushions. "What a day I'm having," he said. "Let us start at once."
"Hold hard a minute then", said the rat. He looped the painter through a ring in his landing stage, climbed up into his hole above, and after a short interval reappeared staggering under a fat wicker luncheon basket. "Shove that under your feet", he observed to the mole, as he passed it down into the boat. Then he untied the painter and took the skulls again.
"What's inside it?" asked the mole wriggling with curiosity.
"Oh there's cold chicken inside it," replied the rat briefly. "Cold tongue, cold ham, cold beef, pickle gherkin salad, French rolls, crest sandwiches, potted meat, ginger beer, lemonade and soda water."
"Stop, Stop," cried the mole in ecstasies, "This is too much."
"Do you really think so?", enquired the rat seriously. "It's only what I always take on these little excursions, and the other animals are always telling me that I'm a mean beast and cut it very fine."
The mole never heard a word he was saying, absorbed in the new life he was entering upon. Intoxicated with the sparkle, the ripple, the scent and the sound and the sunlight, he trailed a paw in the water and dreamed long waking dreams. The water rat, like the good little fellow he was, sculled steadily on and forbore to disturb him. "I like your clothes awfully, old chap," he remarked, after some half a hour or so had passed. "I'm going to get a black velvet smoking suit myself some day, as soon as I can afford it."
"I beg your pardon", said the mole, pulling himself together with an effort. "You must think me very rude but all this is so new to me. So this is a river."
"The river," corrected the rat.
"And you really live by the river. What a jolly life."
"By it and with it and on it and in it", said the rat.
"Nice? It's the only thing," said the water rat solemnly as he leant forward for his stroke. "Believe me my young friend, there is nothing, absolutely nothing half so much worth doing than simply messing about in boats."
"The world has held great Heroes,
As history-books have showed;
But never a name to go down to fame
Compared with that of Toad!" |
"[Mole] thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before--this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping thi
|Amy Millard, Stanstead Abbots|
Ratty and Mole were preparing for another one of Toad's outrageous inventions, knowing they will be involved.
They were completely right, so like always Toad boasted about his newest invention, and how he would be delighted if the both of them w
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