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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 countryside was bulging with fruit.

Blackberries shone from the spiny tangles of briars.

Great handfuls of black elderberries dangled from sagging branches.

The rowan trees and the hawthorns were laden with a rich, red harvest

and in among the branches of the hazels there were carefully wrapped parcels

of what looked like pale cream eggs, ripening in the autumn sun.

The farmer's crops, too, had ripened.

The farmer's field had been turned to gold by a million heads of wheat.

And info the warmth of all this richness one glowing September morning

strode Rat and Mole and, not quite striding, Toad.

Oh, do stop! Do stop!

- Toad, we stopped two minutes back. - And two minutes back before that.

Oh, Toad, if we keep stopping, we'll never get anywhere.

We've already got HERE from Toad Hall!

My dear Toad, it can't be more than three-quarters of a mile!

Three-quarters of a mile?!

Ohh, no wonder I feel tired.

- Whoever wanted to go hiking anyway? - You did, Toad!

- Oh, I never... - "Fresh air's the thing," you said.

"A healthy mind and a healthy body."

I do dislike a fellow who throws a chap's words back in his face.

Awfully mean-spirited, I always think.

Besides, I didn't know it was jolly well going to hurt.

Ooh, if only feet had wheels.

Well, if your new-found enthusiasm for hiking has burnt itself out already,

- what do you want to do? - Nothing. I want to do nothing.

Mm, that's all some of us has to do.

Hello... Oh, hello, Alfred!

All some of us has... er, have to do? How do you mean, Alfred?

Hear that?

Yes! It sounds like a goods train. Did I ever tell you...?

- Harvester. - I'm sorry?

Harvester. That's what the noise is.

The harvester.

I don't think I quite...

It's the farmer, him and his new-fangled machines.

- Bad as Toad, he is. - I say!

Ain't good enough to have me pulling him, like I've always done.

Has to get him a mechanical harvester.

Oh, dear. So what are you...?

Nothing. Like what I said, Nothing to do till ploughing do start again.

Well, I am sorry to hear that.

Ain't as if Mr Toad has a caravan for me to pull, not no more.

Oh, yes. The caravan.

Oh, I loved the caravan.

♪ It's a life of ease on the open road

♪ Rambling where you please on the open road

♪ Here today and there tomorrow

♪ Wave goodbye to care and sorrow

♪ You can beg or steal or borrow on the open road! ♪

- It's still there. - I'm sorry, Alfred?

- It's still there. - What is?

- The caravan. - Ooh, really?

Just up there. A bit overgrown, like. Tis the cow parsley.

Terrible stuff for growing is cow parsely.

Oh, I say, do let's see.

By Jove, yes!

Ha-ha! Splendid!

Ah, see! Here it is!

My word, how picturesque it looks.

The rustic charms of dereliction!

The journeys we took in her! Those weeks of slothful pleasure!

- Remember? - No!

Ah, yes. No?!

You used it for just three days and then you took up motoring.

- Hm? Oh, I'm sure ... - It would be wonderful to travel again.

Mm, YOU weren't pulling 'er.

No, sorry, Alfred. I forgot.

All the same, it'd be better than doing nothing.

And I do hate to see money thrown away and things not ship-shape.

My friends, we'll do it!

She shall be restored! We shall travel the world!

And not on foot. We shall explore the ever-changing scenery,

live the Romany life, beneath the stars...

Quick, we'd better get help. We have to... Oh, Mr Toad, Mr Alfred.

I do wish you wouldn't interrupt. I was just...

- 'Ere, whatever's up? - Oh, Mr Alfred, it's the harvester.

- The harvester? - What about it?

- It's mowed our house, Mr Rat. - Mowed your homes?!

- Oh, my gosh! - No good'll come of new-fangled ideas.

Everything's gone.

My poor, dear chaps - homeless! You'll just have to stay at Toad Hall.

Please, sir, that's very kind of you,

- but, well, we're not used to big houses. - No.

- Well, my home will suit you very well. - But there isn't just us, Mr Mole.

- How do you mean? - Well...

My cousin lived with us and some friends from the meadow and Billy because...

Oh, dear. There's not room for half of them.

- Not even if some stayed with me. - What ARE we to do?

- Ahem. - Hm? Sorry, Alfred.

- Caravan. - Caravan! Yes!

- What about it? - We shouldn't bother with that when...

Why can't they stay in that for a night or two?

- Until they find a place of their own. - The very thing I was going to say.

- Oh, really, Toad! - Well, em, I'm sure I would have done.

Oh, Mr Alfred, Mr Toad. That would be wonderful.

- It would have to be mended. - Well, we could help you mend it.

Yes! Hooray!

That's jolly decent of you.

By this time next week we could be rolling along the open road again.

Well, we'd better get started.

It's ropes we need.

I'll get 'em. You tie 'em on. I'll haul her upright.

Oh, Alfred! You're a marvel!

Oh, t'ain't nothin'. Hang on. I'll be back.

- It has everything you could wish for. - Except a wheel.

Except a wheel. Except a wheel?!

- There's one missing. Look. - Please, sir. It's our roundabout.

Your roundabout? What do you mean, your roundabout?

It came off and rolled onto the roadside.

Yes. And some of us sit on it and the others push it round.

- So it's a roundabout. - Well, now it's going to be a wheel again.

Leave this to me. I can manage perfectly well on my own.

- Ten or a dozen of you mice follow me. - Yes, Mr Toad.

- I got the rope, Mr Rat. - Well done. Let's get down to work.

I say, you chaps! Are you ready for the wheel?

- Yes, just in time, Toad. - Good. Then get it rolling.

- Follow... me. - Toad!

- Toad! - All under control, dear chaps.

- Mr Toad! Look out! It's running away! - Whatever are you...?

Aaaaah!

My word, Toad, it's a good job that Mole here is so quick thinking.

Ooh... oh, yes.

- Yes. Thank you, Mole. - Oh, please.

Oh, dear.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Oh, dear.

- Better catch your breath, Toad. - Yes. Then back to work.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Well, now, um...

- Good heavens! Is that the time? - Time?

I'd no idea. I shall miss my appointment.

Appointment, Toad? You never mentioned an appointment.

It went clean out of my head!

I must rush. I'll... leave my knapsack. Here, help yourself to it. Goodbye.

Goodbye!

Dear me, now what's he up to?

No steadiness, that's Toad's trouble.

Oh, well, let's get this wheel on, shall we?

- Now then, Alfred, your time has come. - Right-o. Shouldn't be too hard.

- Right. All ready? - Yes. Yes, ready.

Then... one, two, three...

Hup!

Heave! Steady. A bit more that way.

Down!

Ahh!

- Hooray! - Hooray!

- Well done, Alfred! - Oh, t'ain't nothin'.

- We'd better get it cleaned and tidied. - Yes, but not here, I think, Mole.

They can't sleep by the roadside and we've nothing to clean it with.

I know a nice, quiet glade. Just the place.

- Alfred? Em, I wonder if...? - Of course I will.

- Doing nothin' else, am I? - Oh, good.

I'll leave the farmer with his new-fangled friend.

Ratty, I'm so looking forward to a caravan trip. We have everything we need.

I've even...

Oh, hello.

- Good morning, Mr Mole and Mr Rat. - Hello, you fellas.

- We thought we'd wait to say goodbye. - And thank you.

- Oh, yes. Thank you. - Enjoyed your stay, have you?

It's the nicest home that ever was.

Good, good. So where are you making your new home, eh?

- Well... - You have found a new place?

- Have you got somewhere? - Well, not exactly, Mr Mole.

- Yes or no? - No.

Oh, my gosh. Oh, Ratty.

Mole, we can't tum these field mice out so that we can have a holiday.

- Well, no, I quite... - They'll be snug and safe here.

- And, after all, we have our homes. - Ratty, I'm so glad you said that.

- Shall we...? - Yes. Look here, you fellas.

We... only dropped by to tell you... er... that it's off.

- Off, Mr Rat? - The caravan trip. We won't be going.

- Important business and... - That's right.

- So you needn't go. - You mean we can stay, Mr Rat?

That this can always be our home?

Hooray! Oh, Mr Rat!

- And Mr Mole! Thank you! - There's only one thing, Mole.

What's that, Ratty?

- Oh... - Toad.

- He's been going on about the caravan. - The Romany life.

- And the open road again. - Oh, dear. What if he insists?

Oh, Mole. Perhaps I was too hasty.

But if we explain to him how things are, if we tell him...

Ratty, what's that?

- Ring-a-ding! - I don't know, Mole. Sounds like...

Ring-a-ding! Ring-a-ding! Oh, for the life a-wheel!

- Wha-hey! - Oh, no!

Ha-ha! My dear friends, what joys I have discovered!

Behold my wheeled Bucephalus!

My Dursley-Pedersen! The finest bicycle that ever was!

Such silent, swooping speed!

Such hills surmounted, valleys conquered.

- Oh, Toad! Not another craze! - Craze?!

This is but the beginning of a lifetime's bliss!

Ohhh!

- Em, Toad...? - To hear the singing of the spokes,

the whirr of a well-greased chain.

Oh, Toad!

The fresh air streaming past one's face, the whirling kaleidoscope of villages...

- Toad, do be quiet! - Oh, I say.

- I thought you wanted a caravan trip. - Poo! Caravan!

A snail's home on wheels! A horse-drawn dog's kennel!

Yes, all right, Toad. Am I to take it you will not be going on a caravan trip?

Oh...

Oh, Ratty, Mole!

Oh, forgive me, but I cannot come.

- I hear the ping of chain guards, the... - Thank you, Toad.

- So the field mice can stay here? - Here? Field mice? Oh, yes. Forever.

No caravan is swift enough to match my spirit.

Oh, dear. Well, that's solved that problem.

And now, dear friends, I must be on my way. Pneumatic joys await me!

The four-spring patent saddle shall bear me hence!

- Ting-a-ling! Farewell! - My word. He's got it awfully bad.

- As ever, Mole. - Still, the field mice have a home.

Yes, it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good.

- Morning, all. - Alfred!

- Oh, dear. - Alfred, there's been a change of plan.

- How did you know that? - Know what?

- That there's had to be a change of plan. - How do you know, Alfred?

It's me who's had to change it, so it ain't surprising.

- You? But we... - It's the harvester.

- What about it, Alfred? - Broken down, it has.

Blew up, it has. The farmer's real mad.

"New-fangled rubbish!" says he. "Crackpot invention!”

So he has to turn to me, like.

- Oh, I see. - SO you can't...?

No. I'm sorry to spoil your plans.

Not at all, Alfred. Not at all.

Right, well, I'll be getting along. Ta-ta!

- Goodbye, Alfred! - Goodbye, Alfred!

- "New-fangled rubbish!" - Well, that's all right.

Toad doesn't care, Alfred can't come, the field mice have a home.

- And we... - We have our homes to go to.

- Yes. - Wouldn't fancy a day on the river?

Oh, Ratty!

♪ I'm bowling along at speed On my new velocipede

♪ I haven't a care, I can go anywhere It's the gypsy life I lead

♪ With the sun up above for a friend Till I reach my journey's e... ♪

Aargh! Help!

He-e-elp! Oh, help!

Stupid bike! Stupid, stupid bike!

Help! He-e-elp!

He-e-elp!

♪ 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 ♪