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♪ The Wind in the Willows

♪ Sang softly to me

♪ Follow my voice

♪ Wherever it leads

♪ From mountains, through valleys

♪ To deep rolling seas

♪ Born on the wings of the breeze ♪

The Wild Wood is a strange, dark place.

The great trees find the sun high above

and trapped in their leaves

it only just struggles to the ground.

No birds sing in the dim light below

and the spongy earth seems to soak up voices

as it soaks up rain.

But there are paths

and in the daytime with the proper passwords and signs,

with the right plants in a pocket or a cudgel,

encouraged to give you the right of way,

it's possible to find your way to Badger's home

in the rooting fingers of an oak tree.

Ha ha ha!

Yes, yes!

Now, what is it you... You?

Yes, me, Mr Badger.

And what might you want?

Badger! Who is it, Badger?

It's the leader of those ruffianly weasels, Mole.

Now, now, Mr Badger! That's hardly polite, is it?

I have nothing to say to you or your kind, as well you know.

- I must ask you to leave. - No, you've got it wrong.

I must ask YOU to leave!

How dare you talk to Badger like that!

Oh! Ain't we a bloomin' hero

when we're with our friends?

Say your say and get you gone!

My say, Mr Badger, is 'ere!

My say says that these weasels have bought a piece of land,

this piece of land, bought it and paid for it!

- Bought a piece... - A piece of the Wild Wood!

This piece what used to have Mr bloomin' Badger's home in it!

- Used to have? - Just what are you saying?

I'm saying my say, Mr Badger.

I'm telling you as we owns the land.

And we owns what's on it.

I'm saying that you have to go. And there's the proof of it.

But... But I...

Just you get off with you! Get back to your own kind!

- Just go! - Ha ha ha!

I'll go. I'll go, but I'll be back.

Three days from now, Mr Badger. At noon. Three days from now.

Ha ha ha!

I never heard such impudent nonsense, Badger.

I don't know why you didn't see him off.

Badger? It's all right, isn't it?

I don't know, Mole.

- Oh, Badger! - I'm no lawyer, Mole.

There's only one place to find out who's right

and that's in court.

In court? Oh, Badger!

And although we are cognisant of the implications herein,

the court finds that this deed of property

is a valid, legal document.

Ha ha ha! We've done it! We've won!

Be quiet!

If I hear any more rowdyism from the recent purchasers

of a certain piece of the Wild Wood,

I shall have them charged with contempt of court,

riotous behaviour, several breaches of the peace

and occasioning actual bodily harm

to an officer of His Majesty's court of law,

viz, giving me a headache.

I'm sure I humbly begs Your Worship's pardon

on behalf of my naturally over-excited

and exuberant colleagues, Your Worship.

If it happens again, it will be many years

before you are able to enjoy your victory in this court.

It won't happen again, Your Worship.

Oh... Oh, well...

Well, in that case, Mr Badger,

you have only one line of defence left open to you.

That is the possible existence of an earlier deed

which would establish your legal right

to possession of your present home.

Does any such document exist?

No.

- Are you quite sure? - Quite sure, ma'am.

Well, in that case, I am very much afraid, Mr Badger,

that I have no option, but with regret,

to reject your appeal

against the notice of eviction, served upon you...

Hooray...

It's noon tomorrow then, Your Worship?

It's noon tomorrow.

If the law says that Badger has to go,

it's taking sides with the weasels.

Yes, yes!

If it's taking sides with the weasels, it's wrong.

And if it's wrong, I say we ought to fight it

and fight the weasels too!

You see, Badger, we won't let you be turned out.

We won't let you!

No, it's no use, Mole.

Now look here, Badger old man.

It's no use, Rat. It's no use.

You cannot fight the law.

- But dash it all, Badger! - The law is the law, Ratty.

When the weasels are in the wrong, the law protects us.

When the weasels are in the right, the law protects them.

I have lived by the law all my life

and I'm not changing now.

Badger, all these Wild Wooders, they...

They love you. We all love you.

- How can we just stand by... - No.

No.

I'm grateful for your friendship,

for your anger, but it's no use.

Now go back to your homes.

Live in peace. Leave me.

Have they gone?

Only outside, Badger. They want to... see you off.

Dear friends,

DEAR friends.

You know, Mole, my family has lived here

for hundreds of generations.

Before the Normans came,

before the Vikings sailed up Rat's beloved river.

When a great, thriving city flourished here.

But for all that,

it's more my friends I'll miss than the fireside.

Oh, Badger!

And now I think, my friend,

that... I'd like to say goodbye.

Goodbye? Badger, there's an hour or more before it's noon.

No, Mole.

Not to you, but to my home.

And my father's home. Home to the badgers for so many years.

Oh, yes, of course. Of course, Badger.

Dear me!

What would my father say?

What would he say?

Shall I see if you've left anything in the other rooms?

- Or in the cellar? - Hmm?

Oh, the cellar, yeah, yes.

Yes, that would be most kind, Mole. Thank you.

Is it through the kitchen?

Ah!

- Ah, ha ha! - Yes. Through the kitchen.

Oh, dear.

Ah! Yeah...

Who's to curb your wilful ways now, young Toad?

Tut tut tut!

Ha ha ha! Ah, ha!

Ah, well...

Here, Badger! I found these down there!

Mm-hm. Ah! Oh, thank you, Mole.

There's no end of passages down there.

Little rooms and tunnels.

Yes, rooms and tunnels.

Not built by me, nor any badgers.

But by those folk who lived here long ago.

Powerful, rich they were.

Romans. Came from far away.

You see, they flourished and they went.

And after them, the badgers came and...

Now...

Ah, ah...

Well, I'd better see what else there is.

Yes...

No, nothing in there.

Or there.

Ah!

Goodness me, a door! A little door.

Not a room, surely not a room.

No, just a cupboard of some kind.

Nothing in there either.

But... Yeah, yes.

A box of something.

Maybe just a box of nothing.

Still, better take it upstairs.

Here we are, Badger.

Just this box and I...

Badger, the fire's almost out!

Hmm? Oh, the fire! Not worth keeping in.

Not worth keeping in.

Badger, I've never known it to be...

Oh, Badger!

Oh, come now, Mole! This just won't do.

What have you got there, eh? Gold pieces? Ha ha ha!

Have I been as rich as Toad

for all these years and never known it?

I... I don't know, Badger. It's just a dusty old box.

Well, then, let's open it.

Here, here, on the table.

It must have been down there for years.

Now...

It's just a piece of... paper.

Or something like paper.

Goodness! What funny writing!

"Hoc... documento...

"melibus atque..."

Good heavens, Mole! That's Latin.

- Oh. - The language of the Romans.

The people who built all those passages,

the people who were here...

What was that word again? "Melibus"?

Yes. "Documento melibus."

But that means... Let me be sure.

Now, where's my Latin dictionary?

Where did I pack my... Ah, here it is.

Ah, ha! Now...

"Medulla...

"Mel..." Yeah!

- "Meles". A badger. - A badger?

As I thought, a badger.

Oh, bless my old father for making me stick at my Latin!

Now, "hoc documento”...

"By this document...” "Melibus..."

"To the badgers..."

"Atque eorum heredibus..."

"And to their heirs..."

"Possessionem..." "For..."

Er, er... "Taken..."

"Transcribitur..."

"In perpetuum omnis..."

"Ager qui infra denotatus est..."

"...is transferred all the land described herein under

"for ever."

Oh, Badger! What does that mean?

It means that someone... Let me see.

"Caesari." Yeah!

It means that Caesar,

Julius Caesar gave this land

to the badgers... forever!

Oh... Mole!

Badger!

- Ha ha ha! - Ha ha ha!

Well, come on, Mole, my dear, dear friend.

- What are you thinking of? - Badger?

Can't you see that the fire's nearly out?

- Ha ha ha! - Ho ho ho!

This is weasel property.

We've got a legal document.

You're trespassers, the lot of you!

You shall have it, but it's not yours for ten minutes yet!

Ten minutes! Ha ha!

I say we takes it now!

- Trespassers! - Trespassers!

Stay back!

Stop!

Stop it, all of you!

Badger, these villains are trying to move in!

Five minutes! Five minutes, Mr High And Mighty Badger,

and the law says it's ours!

The law? Yes, yes.

- We must live by the law. - Badger!

Surely you see, Rat, how the weasels have reformed.

- Eh? - Reformed?

Yes.

They're not the double-dealing,

hypocritical, bullying villains they were.

- Here, steady on. - They are law-abiding citizens.

Eh? Ah, yeah. Yeah, that's right.

When the law says I must go... I must go.

Yeah! Yeah!

And when the law says I must stay, I must stay.

Yeah, oh, yeah, very interesting, Mr Badger.

You know, I loves a bit of philosophy myself.

But now, if you don't mind...

Come now, Mr Badger.

The law is the law!

And the law says... I stay!

The law, Badger?

Come off it, come off it!

We had this out in court.

This says you go!

And this says I stay!

- What the... - Badger, what is it?

An ancient document found by Mole,

written by the Romans.

And giving the badgers this home of ours... forever.

Here, let's have a look at that!

"Hocca-docca... Hoc doco-umenita-ment..."

I don't believe you!

The law is the law.

- The law... - You are law-abiding citizens.

Grr!

You bought my land when it could not be sold.

- You... - And now you can leave it!

I'll get even with you for this!

You, you... Come on, lads.

Oh... Oh, Badger!

Mole, my friend...

...I am for ever in your debt.

Oh, Badger!

...I think we ought to get a kettle on that fire of yours!

Ha ha ha! Oh, good old Mole!

- Ha ha ha! - Hooray!

- Hooray! - Hooray for Badger!

♪ Spin me a dream

♪ Woven silver and gold

♪ From sunshine and shadows

♪ And days long ago

♪ Where people are memories

♪ And stories unfold

♪ Willows

♪ The tales you have told me

♪ Wind in the Willows

♪ You just seem to know

♪ Who you can tum to

♪ And which way to go

♪ To unwind your wondrous mind

♪ Wind in the Willows

♪ Take me there ♪