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The
Rat
danced
up
and
down
in
the
road
,
simply
transported
with
passion
.
"
You
villains
!
"
he
shouted
,
shaking
both
fists
.
"
You
scoundrels
,
you
highwaymen
,
you
--
you
--
road-hogs
!
--
I
'll
have
the
law
of
you
!
I
'll
report
you
!
I
'll
take
you
through
all
the
Courts
!
"
His
home-sickness
had
quite
slipped
away
from
him
,
and
for
the
moment
he
was
the
skipper
of
the
canary-coloured
vessel
driven
on
a
shoal
by
the
reckless
jockeying
of
rival
mariners
,
and
he
was
trying
to
recollect
all
the
fine
and
biting
things
he
used
to
say
to
masters
of
steam-launches
when
their
wash
,
as
they
drove
too
near
the
bank
,
used
to
flood
his
parlour-carpet
at
home
.
Toad
sat
straight
down
in
the
middle
of
the
dusty
road
,
his
legs
stretched
out
before
him
,
and
stared
fixedly
in
the
direction
of
the
disappearing
motor-car
.
He
breathed
short
,
his
face
wore
a
placid
,
satisfied
expression
,
and
at
intervals
he
faintly
murmured
"
Poop-poop
!
"
The
Mole
was
busy
trying
to
quiet
the
horse
,
which
he
succeeded
in
doing
after
a
time
.
Then
he
went
to
look
at
the
cart
,
on
its
side
in
the
ditch
.
It
was
indeed
a
sorry
sight
.
Panels
and
windows
smashed
,
axles
hopelessly
bent
,
one
wheel
off
,
sardine-tins
scattered
over
the
wide
world
,
and
the
bird
in
the
bird-cage
sobbing
pitifully
and
calling
to
be
let
out
.
The
Rat
came
to
help
him
,
but
their
united
efforts
were
not
sufficient
to
right
the
cart
.
"
Hi
!
Toad
!
"
they
cried
.
"
Come
and
bear
a
hand
,
ca
n't
you
!
"
The
Toad
never
answered
a
word
,
or
budged
from
his
seat
in
the
road
;
so
they
went
to
see
what
was
the
matter
with
him
.
They
found
him
in
a
sort
of
a
trance
,
a
happy
smile
on
his
face
,
his
eyes
still
fixed
on
the
dusty
wake
of
their
destroyer
.
At
intervals
he
was
still
heard
to
murmur
"
Poop-poop
!
"
The
Rat
shook
him
by
the
shoulder
.
"
Are
you
coming
to
help
us
,
Toad
?
"
he
demanded
sternly
.
"
Glorious
,
stirring
sight
!
"
murmured
Toad
,
never
offering
to
move
.
"
The
poetry
of
motion
!
The
real
way
to
travel
!
The
only
way
to
travel
!
Here
to-day
--
in
next
week
to-morrow
!
Villages
skipped
,
towns
and
cities
jumped
--
always
somebody
else
's
horizon
!
O
bliss
!
O
poop-poop
!
O
my
!
O
my
!
"
"
O
stop
being
an
ass
,
Toad
!
"
cried
the
Mole
despairingly
.
"
And
to
think
I
never
knew
!
"
went
on
the
Toad
in
a
dreamy
monotone
.
"
All
those
wasted
years
that
lie
behind
me
,
I
never
knew
,
never
even
dreamt
!
But
now
--
but
now
that
I
know
,
now
that
I
fully
realise
!
O
what
a
flowery
track
lies
spread
before
me
,
henceforth
!
What
dust-clouds
shall
spring
up
behind
me
as
I
speed
on
my
reckless
way
!
What
carts
I
shall
fling
carelessly
into
the
ditch
in
the
wake
of
my
magnificent
onset
!
Horrid
little
carts
--
common
carts
--
canary-coloured
carts
!
"
