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"
W-e-ll
,
"
replied
the
Rat
,
"
let
me
see
.
The
squirrels
are
all
right
.
And
the
rabbits
--
some
of
'em
,
but
rabbits
are
a
mixed
lot
.
And
then
there
's
Badger
,
of
course
.
He
lives
right
in
the
heart
of
it
;
would
n't
live
anywhere
else
,
either
,
if
you
paid
him
to
do
it
.
Dear
old
Badger
!
Nobody
interferes
with
him
.
They
'd
better
not
,
"
he
added
significantly
.
"
Why
,
who
should
interfere
with
him
?
"
asked
the
Mole
.
"
Well
,
of
course
--
there
--
are
others
,
"
explained
the
Rat
in
a
hesitating
sort
of
way
.
"
Weasels
--
and
stoats
--
and
foxes
--
and
so
on
.
They
're
all
right
in
a
way
--
I
'm
very
good
friends
with
them
--
pass
the
time
of
day
when
we
meet
,
and
all
that
--
but
they
break
out
sometimes
,
there
's
no
denying
it
,
and
then
--
well
,
you
ca
n't
really
trust
them
,
and
that
's
the
fact
.
"
The
Mole
knew
well
that
it
is
quite
against
animal-etiquette
to
dwell
on
possible
trouble
ahead
,
or
even
to
allude
to
it
;
so
he
dropped
the
subject
.
"
And
beyond
the
Wild
Wood
again
?
"
he
asked
;
"
where
it
's
all
blue
and
dim
,
and
one
sees
what
may
be
hills
or
perhaps
they
may
n't
,
and
something
like
the
smoke
of
towns
,
or
is
it
only
cloud-drift
?
"
"
Beyond
the
Wild
Wood
comes
the
Wide
World
,
"
said
the
Rat
.
"
And
that
's
something
that
does
n't
matter
,
either
to
you
or
me
.
I
've
never
been
there
,
and
I
'm
never
going
,
nor
you
either
,
if
you
've
got
any
sense
at
all
.
Do
n't
ever
refer
to
it
again
,
please
.
Now
then
!
Here
's
our
backwater
at
last
,
where
we
're
going
to
lunch
.
"
Leaving
the
main
stream
,
they
now
passed
into
what
seemed
at
first
sight
like
a
little
landlocked
lake
.
Green
turf
sloped
down
to
either
edge
,
brown
snaky
tree-roots
gleamed
below
the
surface
of
the
quiet
water
,
while
ahead
of
them
the
silvery
shoulder
and
foamy
tumble
of
a
weir
,
arm-in-arm
with
a
restless
dripping
mill-wheel
,
that
held
up
in
its
turn
a
grey-gabled
mill-house
,
filled
the
air
with
a
soothing
murmur
of
sound
,
dull
and
smothery
,
yet
with
little
clear
voices
speaking
up
cheerfully
out
of
it
at
intervals
.
It
was
so
very
beautiful
that
the
Mole
could
only
hold
up
both
fore-paws
and
gasp
:
"
O
my
!
O
my
!
O
my
!
"
The
Rat
brought
the
boat
alongside
the
bank
,
made
her
fast
,
helped
the
still
awkward
Mole
safely
ashore
,
and
swung
out
the
luncheon-basket
.
The
Mole
begged
as
a
favour
to
be
allowed
to
unpack
it
all
by
himself
;
and
the
Rat
was
very
pleased
to
indulge
him
,
and
to
sprawl
at
full
length
on
the
grass
and
rest
,
while
his
excited
friend
shook
out
the
table-cloth
and
spread
it
,
took
out
all
the
mysterious
packets
one
by
one
and
arranged
their
contents
in
due
order
,
still
gasping
:
"
O
my
!
O
my
!
"
at
each
fresh
revelation
.
When
all
was
ready
,
the
Rat
said
,
"
Now
,
pitch
in
,
old
fellow
!
"
and
the
Mole
was
indeed
very
glad
to
obey
,
for
he
had
started
his
spring-cleaning
at
a
very
early
hour
that
morning
,
as
people
will
do
,
and
had
not
paused
for
bite
or
sup
;
and
he
had
been
through
a
very
great
deal
since
that
distant
time
which
now
seemed
so
many
days
ago
.
