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At
last
they
turned
in
to
their
little
bunks
in
the
cart
;
and
Toad
,
kicking
out
his
legs
,
sleepily
said
,
"
Well
,
good
night
,
you
fellows
!
This
is
the
real
life
for
a
gentleman
!
Talk
about
your
old
river
!
"
"
I
do
n't
talk
about
my
river
,
"
replied
the
patient
Rat
.
"
You
know
I
do
n't
,
Toad
.
But
I
think
about
it
,
"
he
added
pathetically
,
in
a
lower
tone
:
"
I
think
about
it
--
all
the
time
!
"
The
Mole
reached
out
from
under
his
blanket
,
felt
for
the
Rat
's
paw
in
the
darkness
,
and
gave
it
a
squeeze
.
"
I
'll
do
whatever
you
like
,
Ratty
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Shall
we
run
away
to-morrow
morning
,
quite
early
--
very
early
--
and
go
back
to
our
dear
old
hole
on
the
river
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
we
'll
see
it
out
,
"
whispered
back
the
Rat
.
"
Thanks
awfully
,
but
I
ought
to
stick
by
Toad
till
this
trip
is
ended
.
It
would
n't
be
safe
for
him
to
be
left
to
himself
.
It
wo
n't
take
very
long
.
His
fads
never
do
.
Good
night
!
"
The
end
was
indeed
nearer
than
even
the
Rat
suspected
.
After
so
much
open
air
and
excitement
the
Toad
slept
very
soundly
,
and
no
amount
of
shaking
could
rouse
him
out
of
bed
next
morning
.
So
the
Mole
and
Rat
turned
to
,
quietly
and
manfully
,
and
while
the
Rat
saw
to
the
horse
,
and
lit
a
fire
,
and
cleaned
last
night
's
cups
and
platters
,
and
got
things
ready
for
breakfast
,
the
Mole
trudged
off
to
the
nearest
village
,
a
long
way
off
,
for
milk
and
eggs
and
various
necessaries
the
Toad
had
,
of
course
,
forgotten
to
provide
.
The
hard
work
had
all
been
done
,
and
the
two
animals
were
resting
,
thoroughly
exhausted
,
by
the
time
Toad
appeared
on
the
scene
,
fresh
and
gay
,
remarking
what
a
pleasant
,
easy
life
it
was
they
were
all
leading
now
,
after
the
cares
and
worries
and
fatigues
of
housekeeping
at
home
.
They
had
a
pleasant
ramble
that
day
over
grassy
downs
and
along
narrow
by-lanes
,
and
camped
,
as
before
,
on
a
common
,
only
this
time
the
two
guests
took
care
that
Toad
should
do
his
fair
share
of
work
.
In
consequence
,
when
the
time
came
for
starting
next
morning
,
Toad
was
by
no
means
so
rapturous
about
the
simplicity
of
the
primitive
life
,
and
indeed
attempted
to
resume
his
place
in
his
bunk
,
whence
he
was
hauled
by
force
.
Their
way
lay
,
as
before
,
across
country
by
narrow
lanes
,
and
it
was
not
till
the
afternoon
that
they
came
out
on
the
high-road
,
their
first
high-road
;
and
there
disaster
,
fleet
and
unforeseen
,
sprang
out
on
them
--
disaster
momentous
indeed
to
their
expedition
,
but
simply
overwhelming
in
its
effect
on
the
after
career
of
Toad
.
They
were
strolling
along
the
high-road
easily
,
the
Mole
by
the
horse
's
head
,
talking
to
him
,
since
the
horse
had
complained
that
he
was
being
frightfully
left
out
of
it
,
and
nobody
considered
him
in
the
least
;
the
Toad
and
the
Water
Rat
walking
behind
the
cart
talking
together
--
at
least
Toad
was
talking
,
and
Rat
was
saying
at
intervals
,
"
Yes
,
precisely
;
and
what
did
you
say
to
him
?
"
--
and
thinking
all
the
time
of
something
very
different
,
when
far
behind
them
they
heard
a
faint
warning
hum
,
like
the
drone
of
a
distant
bee
.
Glancing
back
,
they
saw
a
small
cloud
of
dust
,
with
a
dark
centre
of
energy
,
advancing
on
them
at
incredible
speed
,
while
from
out
the
dust
a
faint
"
Poop-poop
!
"
wailed
like
an
uneasy
animal
in
pain
.
Hardly
regarding
it
,
they
turned
to
resume
their
conversation
,
when
in
an
instant
(
as
it
seemed
)
the
peaceful
scene
was
changed
,
and
with
a
blast
of
wind
and
a
whirl
of
sound
that
made
them
jump
for
the
nearest
ditch
.
It
was
on
them
!
The
"
Poop-poop
"
rang
with
a
brazen
shout
in
their
ears
,
they
had
a
moment
's
glimpse
of
an
interior
of
glittering
plate-glass
and
rich
morocco
,
and
the
magnificent
motor-car
,
immense
,
breath-snatching
,
passionate
,
with
its
pilot
tense
and
hugging
his
wheel
,
possessed
all
earth
and
air
for
the
fraction
of
a
second
,
flung
an
enveloping
cloud
of
dust
that
blinded
and
enwrapped
them
utterly
,
and
then
dwindled
to
a
speck
in
the
far
distance
,
changed
back
into
a
droning
bee
once
more
.
The
old
grey
horse
,
dreaming
,
as
he
plodded
along
,
of
his
quiet
paddock
,
in
a
new
raw
situation
such
as
this
,
simply
abandoned
himself
to
his
natural
emotions
.
Rearing
,
plunging
,
backing
steadily
,
in
spite
of
all
the
Mole
's
efforts
at
his
head
,
and
all
the
Mole
's
lively
language
directed
at
his
better
feelings
,
he
drove
the
cart
backward
towards
the
deep
ditch
at
the
side
of
the
road
.
It
wavered
an
instant
--
then
there
was
a
heart-rending
crash
--
and
the
canary-coloured
cart
,
their
pride
and
their
joy
,
lay
on
its
side
in
the
ditch
,
an
irredeemable
wreck
.
