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The
Rat
shook
his
head
with
a
smile
.
"
Not
yet
,
my
young
friend
,
"
he
said
;
"
wait
till
you
've
had
a
few
lessons
.
It
's
not
so
easy
as
it
looks
.
"
The
Mole
was
quiet
for
a
minute
or
two
.
But
he
began
to
feel
more
and
more
jealous
of
Rat
,
sculling
so
strongly
and
so
easily
along
,
and
his
pride
began
to
whisper
that
he
could
do
it
every
bit
as
well
.
He
jumped
up
and
seized
the
sculls
so
suddenly
that
the
Rat
,
who
was
gazing
out
over
the
water
and
saying
more
poetry-things
to
himself
,
was
taken
by
surprise
and
fell
backwards
off
his
seat
with
his
legs
in
the
air
for
the
second
time
,
while
the
triumphant
Mole
took
his
place
and
grabbed
the
sculls
with
entire
confidence
.
"
Stop
it
,
you
silly
ass
!
"
cried
the
Rat
,
from
the
bottom
of
the
boat
.
"
You
ca
n't
do
it
!
You
'll
have
us
over
!
"
The
Mole
flung
his
sculls
back
with
a
flourish
,
and
made
a
great
dig
at
the
water
.
He
missed
the
surface
altogether
,
his
legs
flew
up
above
his
head
,
and
he
found
himself
lying
on
the
top
of
the
prostrate
Rat
.
Greatly
alarmed
,
he
made
a
grab
at
the
side
of
the
boat
,
and
the
next
moment
--
Sploosh
!
Over
went
the
boat
,
and
he
found
himself
struggling
in
the
river
.
O
my
,
how
cold
the
water
was
,
and
O
,
how
very
wet
it
felt
!
How
it
sang
in
his
ears
as
he
went
down
,
down
,
down
!
How
bright
and
welcome
the
sun
looked
as
he
rose
to
the
surface
coughing
and
spluttering
!
How
black
was
his
despair
when
he
felt
himself
sinking
again
!
Then
a
firm
paw
gripped
him
by
the
back
of
his
neck
.
It
was
the
Rat
,
and
he
was
evidently
laughing
--
the
Mole
could
feel
him
laughing
,
right
down
his
arm
and
through
his
paw
,
and
so
into
his
--
the
Mole
's
--
neck
.
The
Rat
got
hold
of
a
scull
and
shoved
it
under
the
Mole
's
arm
;
then
he
did
the
same
by
the
other
side
of
him
and
,
swimming
behind
,
propelled
the
helpless
animal
to
shore
,
hauled
him
out
,
and
set
him
down
on
the
bank
,
a
squashy
,
pulpy
lump
of
misery
.
When
the
Rat
had
rubbed
him
down
a
bit
,
and
wrung
some
of
the
wet
out
of
him
,
he
said
,
"
Now
then
,
old
fellow
!
Trot
up
and
down
the
towing-path
as
hard
as
you
can
,
till
you
're
warm
and
dry
again
,
while
I
dive
for
the
luncheon-basket
.
"
So
the
dismal
Mole
,
wet
without
and
ashamed
within
,
trotted
about
till
he
was
fairly
dry
,
while
the
Rat
plunged
into
the
water
again
,
recovered
the
boat
,
righted
her
and
made
her
fast
,
fetched
his
floating
property
to
shore
by
degrees
,
and
finally
dived
successfully
for
the
luncheon-basket
and
struggled
to
land
with
it
.
