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"
O
,
I
know
,
I
know
,
so
it
is
,
"
replied
the
Rat
evasively
.
"
But
I
think
we
wo
n't
go
there
just
now
.
Not
just
yet
.
It
's
a
long
way
,
and
he
would
n't
be
at
home
at
this
time
of
year
anyhow
,
and
he
'll
be
coming
along
some
day
,
if
you
'll
wait
quietly
.
"
The
Mole
had
to
be
content
with
this
.
But
the
Badger
never
came
along
,
and
every
day
brought
its
amusements
,
and
it
was
not
till
summer
was
long
over
,
and
cold
and
frost
and
miry
ways
kept
them
much
indoors
,
and
the
swollen
river
raced
past
outside
their
windows
with
a
speed
that
mocked
at
boating
of
any
sort
or
kind
,
that
he
found
his
thoughts
dwelling
again
with
much
persistence
on
the
solitary
grey
Badger
,
who
lived
his
own
life
by
himself
,
in
his
hole
in
the
middle
of
the
Wild
Wood
.
In
the
winter
time
the
Rat
slept
a
great
deal
,
retiring
early
and
rising
late
.
During
his
short
day
he
sometimes
scribbled
poetry
or
did
other
small
domestic
jobs
about
the
house
;
and
,
of
course
,
there
were
always
animals
dropping
in
for
a
chat
,
and
consequently
there
was
a
good
deal
of
story-telling
and
comparing
notes
on
the
past
summer
and
all
its
doings
.
Such
a
rich
chapter
it
had
been
,
when
one
came
to
look
back
on
it
all
!
With
illustrations
so
numerous
and
so
very
highly-coloured
!
The
pageant
of
the
river
bank
had
marched
steadily
along
,
unfolding
itself
in
scene-pictures
that
succeeded
each
other
in
stately
procession
.
Purple
loosestrife
arrived
early
,
shaking
luxuriant
tangled
locks
along
the
edge
of
the
mirror
whence
its
own
face
laughed
back
at
it
.
Willow-herb
,
tender
and
wistful
,
like
a
pink
sunset
cloud
,
was
not
slow
to
follow
.
Comfrey
,
the
purple
hand-in-hand
with
the
white
,
crept
forth
to
take
its
place
in
the
line
;
and
at
last
one
morning
the
diffident
and
delaying
dog-rose
stepped
delicately
on
the
stage
,
and
one
knew
,
as
if
string-music
had
announced
it
in
stately
chords
that
strayed
into
a
gavotte
,
that
June
at
last
was
here
.
One
member
of
the
company
was
still
awaited
;
the
shepherd-boy
for
the
nymphs
to
woo
,
the
knight
for
whom
the
ladies
waited
at
the
window
,
the
prince
that
was
to
kiss
the
sleeping
summer
back
to
life
and
love
.
But
when
meadow-sweet
,
debonair
and
odorous
in
amber
jerkin
,
moved
graciously
to
his
place
in
the
group
,
then
the
play
was
ready
to
begin
.
And
what
a
play
it
had
been
!
Drowsy
animals
,
snug
in
their
holes
while
wind
and
rain
were
battering
at
their
doors
,
recalled
still
keen
mornings
,
an
hour
before
sunrise
,
when
the
white
mist
,
as
yet
undispersed
,
clung
closely
along
the
surface
of
the
water
;
then
the
shock
of
the
early
plunge
,
the
scamper
along
the
bank
,
and
the
radiant
transformation
of
earth
,
air
,
and
water
,
when
suddenly
the
sun
was
with
them
again
,
and
grey
was
gold
and
colour
was
born
and
sprang
out
of
the
earth
once
more
.
They
recalled
the
languorous
siesta
of
hot
mid-day
,
deep
in
green
undergrowth
,
the
sun
striking
through
in
tiny
golden
shafts
and
spots
;
the
boating
and
bathing
of
the
afternoon
,
the
rambles
along
dusty
lanes
and
through
yellow
corn-fields
;
and
the
long
,
cool
evening
at
last
,
when
so
many
threads
were
gathered
up
,
so
many
friendships
rounded
,
and
so
many
adventures
planned
for
the
morrow
.
There
was
plenty
to
talk
about
on
those
short
winter
days
when
the
animals
found
themselves
round
the
fire
;
still
,
the
Mole
had
a
good
deal
of
spare
time
on
his
hands
,
and
so
one
afternoon
,
when
the
Rat
in
his
arm-chair
before
the
blaze
was
alternately
dozing
and
trying
over
rhymes
that
would
n't
fit
,
he
formed
the
resolution
to
go
out
by
himself
and
explore
the
Wild
Wood
,
and
perhaps
strike
up
an
acquaintance
with
Mr.
Badger
.
It
was
a
cold
,
still
afternoon
with
a
hard
,
steely
sky
overhead
,
when
he
slipped
out
of
the
warm
parlour
into
the
open
air
.
The
country
lay
bare
and
entirely
leafless
around
him
,
and
he
thought
that
he
had
never
seen
so
far
and
so
intimately
into
the
insides
of
things
as
on
that
winter
day
when
Nature
was
deep
in
her
annual
slumber
and
seemed
to
have
kicked
the
clothes
off
.
Copses
,
dells
,
quarries
,
and
all
hidden
places
,
which
had
been
mysterious
mines
for
exploration
in
leafy
summer
,
now
exposed
themselves
and
their
secrets
pathetically
,
and
seemed
to
ask
him
to
overlook
their
shabby
poverty
for
a
while
,
till
they
could
riot
in
rich
masquerade
as
before
,
and
trick
and
entice
him
with
the
old
deceptions
.
It
was
pitiful
in
a
way
,
and
yet
cheering
--
even
exhilarating
.
He
was
glad
that
he
liked
the
country
undecorated
,
hard
,
and
stripped
of
its
finery
.
He
had
got
down
to
the
bare
bones
of
it
,
and
they
were
fine
and
strong
and
simple
.
He
did
not
want
the
warm
clover
and
the
play
of
seeding
grasses
;
the
screens
of
quickset
,
the
billowy
drapery
of
beech
and
elm
seemed
best
away
;
and
with
great
cheerfulness
of
spirit
he
pushed
on
towards
the
Wild
Wood
,
which
lay
before
him
low
and
threatening
,
like
a
black
reef
in
some
still
southern
sea
.
