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"
Of
course
he
will
,
"
chuckled
the
Otter
.
"
Did
I
ever
tell
you
that
good
story
about
Toad
and
the
lock-keeper
?
It
happened
this
way
.
Toad
...
"
An
errant
May-fly
swerved
unsteadily
athwart
the
current
in
the
intoxicated
fashion
affected
by
young
bloods
of
May-flies
seeing
life
.
A
swirl
of
water
and
a
"
cloop
!
"
and
the
May-fly
was
visible
no
more
.
Neither
was
the
Otter
.
The
Mole
looked
down
.
The
voice
was
still
in
his
ears
,
but
the
turf
whereon
he
had
sprawled
was
clearly
vacant
.
Not
an
Otter
to
be
seen
,
as
far
as
the
distant
horizon
.
But
again
there
was
a
streak
of
bubbles
on
the
surface
of
the
river
.
The
Rat
hummed
a
tune
,
and
the
Mole
recollected
that
animal-etiquette
forbade
any
sort
of
comment
on
the
sudden
disappearance
of
one
's
friends
at
any
moment
,
for
any
reason
or
no
reason
whatever
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
the
Rat
,
"
I
suppose
we
ought
to
be
moving
.
I
wonder
which
of
us
had
better
pack
the
luncheon-basket
?
"
He
did
not
speak
as
if
he
was
frightfully
eager
for
the
treat
.
"
O
,
please
let
me
,
"
said
the
Mole
.
So
,
of
course
,
the
Rat
let
him
.
Packing
the
basket
was
not
quite
such
pleasant
work
as
unpacking
the
basket
.
It
never
is
.
But
the
Mole
was
bent
on
enjoying
everything
,
and
although
just
when
he
had
got
the
basket
packed
and
strapped
up
tightly
he
saw
a
plate
staring
up
at
him
from
the
grass
,
and
when
the
job
had
been
done
again
the
Rat
pointed
out
a
fork
which
anybody
ought
to
have
seen
,
and
last
of
all
,
behold
!
the
mustard
pot
,
which
he
had
been
sitting
on
without
knowing
it
--
still
,
somehow
,
the
thing
got
finished
at
last
,
without
much
loss
of
temper
.
The
afternoon
sun
was
getting
low
as
the
Rat
sculled
gently
homewards
in
a
dreamy
mood
,
murmuring
poetry-things
over
to
himself
,
and
not
paying
much
attention
to
Mole
.
But
the
Mole
was
very
full
of
lunch
,
and
self-satisfaction
,
and
pride
,
and
already
quite
at
home
in
a
boat
(
so
he
thought
)
,
and
was
getting
a
bit
restless
besides
:
and
presently
he
said
,
"
Ratty
!
Please
,
I
want
to
row
,
now
!
"
