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"
Stupid
animal
that
I
was
"
(
he
said
)
,
"
now
I
must
languish
in
this
dungeon
,
till
people
who
were
proud
to
say
they
knew
me
,
have
forgotten
the
very
name
of
Toad
!
O
wise
old
Badger
!
"
(
he
said
)
,
"
O
clever
,
intelligent
Rat
and
sensible
Mole
!
What
sound
judgments
,
what
a
knowledge
of
men
and
matters
you
possess
!
O
unhappy
and
forsaken
Toad
!
"
With
lamentations
such
as
these
he
passed
his
days
and
nights
for
several
weeks
,
refusing
his
meals
or
intermediate
light
refreshments
,
though
the
grim
and
ancient
gaoler
,
knowing
that
Toad
's
pockets
were
well
lined
,
frequently
pointed
out
that
many
comforts
,
and
indeed
luxuries
,
could
by
arrangement
be
sent
in
--
at
a
price
--
from
outside
.
Now
the
gaoler
had
a
daughter
,
a
pleasant
wench
and
good-hearted
,
who
assisted
her
father
in
the
lighter
duties
of
his
post
.
She
was
particularly
fond
of
animals
,
and
,
besides
her
canary
,
whose
cage
hung
on
a
nail
in
the
massive
wall
of
the
keep
by
day
,
to
the
great
annoyance
of
prisoners
who
relished
an
after-dinner
nap
,
and
was
shrouded
in
an
antimacassar
on
the
parlour
table
at
night
,
she
kept
several
piebald
mice
and
a
restless
revolving
squirrel
.
This
kind-hearted
girl
,
pitying
the
misery
of
Toad
,
said
to
her
father
one
day
,
"
Father
!
I
ca
n't
bear
to
see
that
poor
beast
so
unhappy
,
and
getting
so
thin
!
You
let
me
have
the
managing
of
him
.
You
know
how
fond
of
animals
I
am
.
I
'll
make
him
eat
from
my
hand
,
and
sit
up
,
and
do
all
sorts
of
things
.
"
Her
father
replied
that
she
could
do
what
she
liked
with
him
.
He
was
tired
of
Toad
,
and
his
sulks
and
his
airs
and
his
meanness
.
So
that
day
she
went
on
her
errand
of
mercy
,
and
knocked
at
the
door
of
Toad
's
cell
.
"
Now
,
cheer
up
,
Toad
,
"
she
said
,
coaxingly
,
on
entering
,
"
and
sit
up
and
dry
your
eyes
and
be
a
sensible
animal
.
And
do
try
and
eat
a
bit
of
dinner
.
See
,
I
've
brought
you
some
of
mine
,
hot
from
the
oven
!
"
It
was
bubble-and-squeak
,
between
two
plates
,
and
its
fragrance
filled
the
narrow
cell
.
The
penetrating
smell
of
cabbage
reached
the
nose
of
Toad
as
he
lay
prostrate
in
his
misery
on
the
floor
,
and
gave
him
the
idea
for
a
moment
that
perhaps
life
was
not
such
a
blank
and
desperate
thing
as
he
had
imagined
.
But
still
he
wailed
,
and
kicked
with
his
legs
,
and
refused
to
be
comforted
.
So
the
wise
girl
retired
for
the
time
,
but
,
of
course
,
a
good
deal
of
the
smell
of
hot
cabbage
remained
behind
,
as
it
will
do
,
and
Toad
,
between
his
sobs
,
sniffed
and
reflected
,
and
gradually
began
to
think
new
and
inspiring
thoughts
:
of
chivalry
,
and
poetry
,
and
deeds
still
to
be
done
;
of
broad
meadows
,
and
cattle
browsing
in
them
,
raked
by
sun
and
wind
;
of
kitchen-gardens
,
and
straight
herb-borders
,
and
warm
snap-dragon
beset
by
bees
;
and
of
the
comforting
clink
of
dishes
set
down
on
the
table
at
Toad
Hall
,
and
the
scrape
of
chair-legs
on
the
floor
as
every
one
pulled
himself
close
up
to
his
work
.
The
air
of
the
narrow
cell
took
a
rosy
tinge
;
he
began
to
think
of
his
friends
,
and
how
they
would
surely
be
able
to
do
something
;
of
lawyers
,
and
how
they
would
have
enjoyed
his
case
,
and
what
an
ass
he
had
been
not
to
get
in
a
few
;
and
lastly
,
he
thought
of
his
own
great
cleverness
and
resource
,
and
all
that
he
was
capable
of
if
he
only
gave
his
great
mind
to
it
;
and
the
cure
was
almost
complete
.
When
the
girl
returned
,
some
hours
later
,
she
carried
a
tray
,
with
a
cup
of
fragrant
tea
steaming
on
it
;
and
a
plate
piled
up
with
very
hot
buttered
toast
,
cut
thick
,
very
brown
on
both
sides
,
with
the
butter
running
through
the
holes
in
it
in
great
golden
drops
,
like
honey
from
the
honeycomb
.
The
smell
of
that
buttered
toast
simply
talked
to
Toad
,
and
with
no
uncertain
voice
;
talked
of
warm
kitchens
,
of
breakfasts
on
bright
frosty
mornings
,
of
cosy
parlour
firesides
on
winter
evenings
,
when
one
's
ramble
was
over
,
and
slippered
feet
were
propped
on
the
fender
;
of
the
purring
of
contented
cats
,
and
the
twitter
of
sleepy
canaries
.
Toad
sat
up
on
end
once
more
,
dried
his
eyes
,
sipped
his
tea
and
munched
his
toast
,
and
soon
began
talking
freely
about
himself
,
and
the
house
he
lived
in
,
and
his
doings
there
,
and
how
important
he
was
,
and
what
a
lot
his
friends
thought
of
him
.
The
gaoler
's
daughter
saw
that
the
topic
was
doing
him
as
much
good
as
the
tea
,
as
indeed
it
was
,
and
encouraged
him
to
go
on
.
"
Tell
me
about
Toad
Hall
,
"
said
she
.
"
It
sounds
beautiful
.
