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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 ♪

Under the cover of a night sky,

something wonderful was happening.

Sharp spines of leafless plants were being blunted,

square hedge fops rounded, hard rooftops softened.

Silently, invisibly, except for where a square of cottage light

showed a myriad sinking flakes, snow was falling.

The first real snow of winter.

Muffling the echoes, hiding the paths,

turning the houses to giant cottage loaves.

In Toad Hall, Mr Toad, the owner, was in bed

reading about his famous ancestors,

toads who had left their mark upon the world of sport.

Oh, well. I think I'll call it a day.

It's gone quite cold.

I wonder if I left the window open.

No, that's all right. Hm?

Oh, it's snowing!

It's snowing!

Oh, I say!I Where are my...?

Where did I put my...?

Oh, they're here somewhere.

Skis!

I shall be the famous skiing Toad!

Swish! Ha-ha! I'll show them all!

Ahem! Winner of the...

...the slocum, or whatever it is, Mr Toad!

Champion of the winter sports!

Winter sports! I say, that's it!

I'll get them all doing it!

And I shall be the champion!

Yes. Yes, that's it. I'll send invitations.

First thing in the morning.

Yeah.

Yes, first thing... in the morning.

♪ In my ski suit and skis With my boots to my knees

♪ In my ski cap of blue, pink and brown

♪ In my flying ace goggles The crowd turns and ogles

♪ The Prince of the Piste rushing down

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Hear them all cry

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Hear them all sigh

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Caution be blowed!

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Toad! ♪

Hello, Mole?

Mo-ole!

I say, Mole! I've got an invitation!

To the winter sports!

Mole! Mole! Mole!

Oh, blow!

There's no one here.

This is the life! What skill! What artistry!

Toad - the champion of the slopes!

♪ I sweep down the slope Giving faint hearts new hope

♪ My vorlage is quite supreme

♪ My jumps are divine Through snowdrift and rhyme

♪ And my spread-eagles are a dream

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Hear them all cry

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Hear them all sigh

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Caution be blowed

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Toad!

Hello, Rat? Ratty! I say, Ratty, come on!

It's my famous winter sports! Ratty! Ratty!

Oh, bother and, oh, bother and blow! Where is everybody?

♪ Where Icarus wallowed A toad he shall follow

♪ And fly down the Alps Look at me!

♪ Schussing and sliding and handsomely gliding... ♪

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Hear them all cry

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Hear them all sigh

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Caution be blowed

♪ Schussboomer! Schussboomer! Toad!

- I'm surprised Toad isn't here. - Yes. Can't think where he is.

I called at Toad Hall, but there wasn't anyone in.

In bed, more than likely. Slothful creature.

It's good to see the young ones enjoying themselves.

Ahh, I remember watching the snow fall

through the classroom window and praying it would last.

It always thawed by weekend!

- Hey! - Sorry, Mr Mole.

I was throwing it at Billy.

Well, you'd better get some practice in, then!

Any sign of your river freezing over, Rat?

No, it takes a lot to freeze the river.

But there's thin ice on the canal.

Oh, dear. A bit over-ambitious, eh?

Hello! Ha-ha! HELLO!

Speaking of which, here's Toad at last.

Ohh, what DOES he look like?

- Ah, hello! - Hello, Toad.

- Where have you been? - Where have I been?!

I've been looking for you!

Searching for miles!

- If I wasn't an expert skier... - Mole called on you, Toad.

And I called on him and Ratty.

- We were here. - Jolly inconsiderate!

- I's about the winter sports. - Winter sports, Toad?

Yes. A grand competition for all the river-bankers.

Oh, and the wild-wooders, of course, Badger.

- Good morning, gentlemen. - Oh!

Oh, you.

My word, Mr Toad.

- You're looking dapper. - Very nice. Very nice.

Er, yes. It's my competition wear, you know.

'Ere, I thought I heard you mention a competition, Mr Toad,

as my colleague and I was passing.

Mr Toad was talking about competitions for the young ones.

- Building snowmen. - Tea tray racing.

- No! I wasn't! - Look, Toad...

I was talking of a grand winter sports competition. Skiing!

- Bobsleighs? - Downhill racing!

- With prizes? - With prizes! Eh? With prizes?

Naturally, the winner would have to have a prize.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes! Yes, of course I would.

- Er, he would. - Toad, this is getting silly.

- It's just fun. - Toad!

No, I think we should have a race.

I shall compete, of course, as champion of the slopes.

Champion of the slopes?

No, I mean whoever wins would be champion of the slopes.

- With a prize. - We haven't got a prize.

- No cups, no shields... - No Christmas hamper?

If anyone can beat my four-man bobsleigh team,

I'll give them a Christmas hamper.

Oh? Do you have a Christmas hamper?

Er, not yet, Mr Badger.

Not yet.

- But I'm sure I will have. - Good ideal

And if we win and you...um,

whoever loses gives US a Christmas hamper.

- Ha! Done! - Oh, you will be, Mr Toad.

I'll have nothing to do with it.

Toad, you're a fool. But you need a lesson in humility.

There's nothing wrong with MY humility!

- So you can have your race. - Thank you, I'm sure(!)

And I'll start you off. Two o'clock, sharp. This afternoon.

- Oh, very nice, very nice. - Now be off with you!

- We'll organise the snowman. - Oh, yes!

Two o'clock, then,

Mr Toad.

Two o'clock! Well, I'll go and wax my alpenstock.

Foolish creature.

Now then, this snowman competition...

No!

That's coming along very nicely, Lucy.

Oh, thank you, Mr Rat.

What will you use for eyes?

We've got some chestnuts, Mr Mole.

- Well... - Oh, Billy.

- Just go and get some more. - All right, all right!

Sir! Oh, please, sir!

Please, sir, they've stolen our carrot.

- Stolen your carrot? - It was for the snowman's nose.

- They've stolen it. - Who has?

- Them, sir. - Oh, no. Come on, Mole.

Now then, you lot, what do you think you're doing?

Building a snowman. And we're minding our own business.

- Don't you be impertinent! - Give this lad his carrot back.

- We haven't got it! - At once.

All right.

You wait, son.

Don't you worry, young 'un. Here you are.

- Here's your snowman's nose. - Oh, thank you, Mr Mole.

Aren't you a bit old for a snowman competition?

Oh, yes? Where is that in the rules?

Don't be silly! There are no rules.

- Then we ain't broken them. - No more bullying, that's all.

Or I'll see you off myself.

Come on, Mole. Another 10 minutes before judging.

Nearly time for the great downhill race.

Oh, dear. Where did I put my...? Oh, here they are.

♪ Champion of the slopes! Overtaking...antelopes

♪ It's Toad!

Where are my goggles? I'm sure I had them... Ah!

Now then, two o'clock precisely.

- Got your team together yet? - We're just... Oh, he's here.

He must have got tied up somewhere.

Right, Mr Badger. We're ready.

- Toad? Are you ready? - Oh, yes, Badger.

Looking forward to a Christmas hamper.

Stand by, then. I shall say, "Ready, set, go."

- Clear? - Yes, yes.

- Good luck, Mr Toad! - Right...

Ready...

Set...

Go!

Those weasels!

You're such rotten cheats!

- Come on, Mr Toad! - Look out!

Very good, sonny.

That carrot nose makes all the difference. Very good.

- Cor, thanks. - Now then...

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry to say, Mole, it's the best yet.

But the weasels are much older.

But there are no rules, so I can't disqualify them.

- Unless we find a better one... - Oh, dear.

- Oh, my goodness! - What?

- Oh... - By Jove! Lucy!

- Lucy, that's brilliant! - My goodness, yes!

No doubt who it's meant to be!

Sir, it isn't meant to BE anyone.

No?

Well, that's it, isn't it, Rat? That's the one.

- Oh, yes, that's the winner. - Oh!

No doubt about it! Come, Lucy. There's treacle toffee for you.

- And for the others! - Hooray! Hooray!

We'll have to give the weasels some, too.

Like Toad, they have disappeared.

Yes. I wonder what's become of Toad?

- What a splendid day it's been! - Like old times!

- Like old times. - Yes, I must say...

Hello! Who's that?

- Ha-ha! Hello, you chaps! - Hello, Toad!

Hello, Mr Toad! What's Mr Toad got?

- I's a sledge! - Hello, Toad.

- Toad, where have you been? - Who won the race, Toad?

The race? Blow the silly old race!

Who cares about races? No, no, no. I lost interest.

- You lost the race? - No! I say!

I got involved in other things. We all deserve a prize,

so I popped home and got a Christmas hamper!

Hey!

Come on, everyone! All of you!

Dip in! Dip in!

Good Heavens, Mole, you don't suppose he's learned a lesson?

He might, Badger. He might.

There. You can have two of those.

♪ 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 ♪