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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 ♪

Winter had clamped down in earnest.

Hardly a movement anywhere.

Branches stiff and white with frost.

Spikes of dead rushes on frozen ponds.

Dead leaves, unmoving, outlined in icy crystals.

And no one with honest business or with sense

stirring out of doors.

But in the homes deep in the Wild Wood,

under trees or by the river, life went on.

And Rat, glad of the extra warmth, had been baking scones.

Now he was clearing up, making everywhere shipshape.

There. And that goes...there.

Good. Now...

What?!

Hello! Somebody call?

Very funny! Very funny!

You wait, Mr Rat!

You wait! Ohh!

Villainous weasels. I'll learn them.

Now where was I?

"The bubble of the river is music to my ears."

And, er... measures out the years! Mm!

Hello.

If it's that impudent weasel, I'll give him his comeuppance.

- Ratty! - All right, I'm coming!

- My dear Mole! What ever... - It's young Ernest!

- Young Ernest? -Yes...

- Look, come in, Mole, come in. - I mustn't stop.

- Of course not, but come in. - Yes, well, all right.

- Go in, you know the way. - Yes, thank you. Oh, dear.

Now, Mole, old fellow, whatever's the matter?

- You didn't meet that weasel? - No, Rat, it isn't me at all.

It's young Ernest, one of that shrew family from Bramble Bank.

- What about him? - He's gone missing!

Went out to slide on some frozen puddles, his mother said.

Goodness! In this weather! I'll help you look.

A search party is organised, but it needs your common sense.

I bet an avalanche has got him! They always do!

Or he's held to ransom!

He went off and was never seen again!

Quiet! Quiet, please!

Now come on, you youngsters. Let's have a bit of sense.

Did anybody see Ernest?

Please, Mr Rat, I did. I think.

Right, where? And what do you mean "I think"?

I went to get some twigs to light the fire

and I think it was him I saw. He was a bit far off, Mr Rat.

- All right. Where was this? - The old barge on the canal.

- The canal? Oh, my! - Just up from the bridge.

Hmm, that could be bad. And if it was him... Quiet!

Now then, Mr Mole and I will look for Ernest near the canal.

- Billy? - Yes?

You and Lucy make sure he's not gone home.

You two look round the hedgerows of Five Acre Field.

And you two check that he's not tree climbing in Green Copse.

Now ask round the village

and if there's any news, tell Ernest's mother. All clear?

Right, off you go. And stick together!

Mole, we'd better get down to that canal...

Hello! Hello, you chaps!

- Oh, Toad. Hello, To... - Good Heavens!

Toad, what ARE you meant to be?!

Meant to be?

- I am equipped for the search. - Equipped?!

Yes, I heard about young Ernest from the paperboy.

- I'll soon find him. - Indeed. Well, I hope you do.

Toad, what are the...?

- Goggles. For snow blindness. - Snow blindness?

And snow shoes for trekking over the great frozen wastes.

- What's the rucksack for? - Supplies!

- Supplies for the journey! - We won't be more than an hour.

- That's enough for a week! - Nonsense, Rat.

A little smoked salmon, cold new potatoes,

a hard-boiled egg or two, three loaves...

I'm afraid we haven't time for the whole menu, Toad.

But of course.

And ... I shall lead the way.

- Oh, all right, Toad. - Well, shall we go?

Go.

I can't see you fellows getting far, though.

Preparation, that's the key.

- Oh! I say, hang on! Hang on! - We daren't! Must find Ernest.

Yes, but I...!

Ow! I say! Oh, I say!

- Now they came in this way... - Oh, Rat! Ratty!

- Look! - What is it, Mole?

Oh, my goodness!

- Oh, Mole! - Oh, the poor creature.

- Poor Ernest. I must go in. - No, Mole, no!

You'd just fall through the ice and what good would that do?

We need a plank or a ladder. Now...how far out?

Ah. It's all right, Mole. Stop looking.

- Have you found something? - No, but you can stop worrying.

Ernest didn't make that hole, at least not by falling in.

- Oh, Ratty. How do you know? - No footprints on the ice.

Oh, of course.

Oh, Ratty, what a relief.

- What? - Got 'em. Ernest's footprints.

Going off again. Come on. This is the way he went.

Probably threw a brick to make the hole. Young 'uns!

Good job I knew that short cut.

I'm probably miles ahead by now.

Ernest? Ernest, are you there?

Oh. No, not there.

Oh, I say! A hole in the ice. I wonder who did that.

Ah, well, better press on.

Should have had a team of faithful huskies, really.

Hup! Yes!

Ha-ha! Toad of the Antarctic!

Well, they're still going, Mole. He certainly came this way.

- Mole, are you all right? -Well...

Oh, I'm sorry. I charge on with never a thought for you

and you're not built for this.

No, Rat, it isn't that. It's...

Well, aren't we getting awfully near the Wild Wood?

By Jove, you're right.

There you are - head down and I don't even know where I am!

All the same, we shall have to keep our eyes open!

- That's what I thought. - One tried to pinch my scones!

- No! - A hand from my window sill!

I gave him sore knuckles, so he won't be too friendly. Come on.

Yes, all right, Rat.

Whew!

Oh! Oh, my gosh!

It's no use. I have to stop, make base camp.

And feed the huskies.

Yes, feed... Oh, I say, I AM a bit peckish.

I think perhaps I'll just have a bite of cold sausage.

- Hello!

Oh, that's very nice of you, Mr Toad. Very nice.

-Oh, I.. - It IS Mr Toad, is it?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course, it's Mr Toad.

Only I thought at first it was an Aylesbury duckling

gone astray.

An Aylesbury duckling?!

With the webbed feet and the funny eyes.

Webbed...?!

Those are my snow shoes.

Finest leather straps and reinforced frame, seasoned ash.

And these...protect me against snow blindness,

which I... Hello? Hang on, I can't see him.

He HAS gone!

Now, I say...

Where's my rucksack?

What...? Oh, I say! Oh!

- Now then... Hello! - What is it, Rat?

I don't know. Young Ernest's footprints seem to... Oh, dear.

I wasn't sure at first, but there are weasel prints here.

- Oh, no! - Ernest has come from there.

The weasels were travelling that way.

- Oh, Rat! - They all went off together!

I see no signs of a struggle, but there are so many prints.

Oh, Ratty, we must get him back. We can't leave him to them.

Yes, Mole, you're right. Come on.

I'll show 'em. I'll show 'em!

Hello?

Hello? O-oh...

What?!

- Oh, nothing. - Heh-heh-heh!

Come on, Toad, great explorer!

Oh, dear.

Hello? Hello?

Look... Ha-ha! I know you're there.

And I've got a gun for the polar bears!

I... Oh!

Hey! Where are my...?

I say, what's going on?

Hello? HELLO!

Ohh. Look here, it's not funny, you know!

I'll get snow blind!

Hello? Hello?

Oh, I say!

- Hm. No sign of life, Moley. - No.

But I can see the young fellow's tracks going up to the door.

H-How... How do you think we should tackle them?

It would be easier if Badger was with us.

- I wish he was. - But he isn't, so...

Whatever you do, don't look scared.

- No, no, of course not. - I'll knock on the door,

face them and insist they hand him over.

- What if they won't? - We'll cross that bridge...

...IF we come to it. Hm?

- Now, ready?

Come on, then.

- Thank you so much, Uncle Bill. - Oh, it's all right, son.

- It's all right. - And thank YOU, Uncle Bert,

for showing me how to make a funny bunny with a handkerchief.

They're very nice.

Now, son, Uncle Bert here will see you back home.

And don't you go wandering in this sort of weather again.

- No, Uncle Bill, I won't. - Right.

Uncle Bert, better get off, then.

Look here... There's no need for that.

- Mole and I will see him home. - Mr Mole! Mr Rat!

- We're awfully sorry. - Sorry?

We thought, well, that you...

A-And you've been very kind.

- Very...kind? - Very kind?

Very kind?!

- Oh, no... No, Mr Mole! Oh, no! - What?

Good job you came when you did.

Uncle Bert... My colleague here,

had great difficulty restraining my villainous instincts.

- Oh, now, look... - Turning very nasty he was.

Yes, yah, yeah.

I was about to erupt

in an uncontainerable parroticism of violets!

It's no shame being kind.

Kind, Mr Rat, isn't what we are. Ever.

Yeah. That's right.

Take that innocent nipper away before I do something 'orrible!

All right. Have it your own way. Come on, Ernest.

Yes, Mr Rat. Goodbye, Uncle Bill, Uncle Bert.

Eh? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, well. Um, yeah. Well, goodbye.

Can I keep the bunny?

Eh? I ain't never seen it before in me life!

Now go on, hop it!

- Aren't they funny, Mr Mole? - Yes, Ernest. Very funny.

- Well, come along, then. - Yes, Mr Rat. Sorry, Mr Rat.

Well, here we are. Off you go home - don't stop for anything.

No, Mr Rat. It's only round the comer.

And thank you very much!

- Well, that's that, then. - Yes.

I can get back to my baking.

- I was thinking of cooking... - No! No, please!

- Let me go! - Hello! That's Ernest!

- I don't want to go that way! - The weasels have tricked us!

- Oh, Ratty! The villains! - They'll not get away with it!

Right, Ratty. I'm with you. Oh, my goodness!

- What is it? - Toad!

Toad!

Ratty! Mole!

- You're too late! - Too late, Toad?

Yes, I've found him!

- Me, Toad, the great explorer! - What do you mean, found him?

Oh, please, Mr Rat! Make him let me go!

Yes, Toad, let him go. He isn't lost any more.

Of course he isn't lost any more. I found him!

- He's been found twice already! - Twice?

- Once by us, but first... - By the weasels.

By the weasels?! Don't be ridiculous!

They'd knock the little chap about!

I tried to tell you, Mr Toad. They were very nice to me.

Nonsense!

Oh, he's delirious.

It's the snow blindness.

They WERE, Mr Toad! I had a lovely tea.

Smoked salmon, cold new potatoes, hard-boiled egg...

And bread and butter with damson preserve?

Cor, Mr Toad! That's right!

- How did you know? - And they gave me a present!

I say! My goggles! Those wretched weasels! How dare they!

- Whatever's the matter? - They stole my supplies!

And they've given them to him!

- But if they didn't find him... - Of course they...!

Oh, blow!

Oh, double, treble blow and...blow!

- Come on. We'll take you home. - Oh, thanks, Mr Rat.

Coming, Toad?

Whew!

Coming, Mole.

Ahh! I say!

And later, by a glowing fire, and over tea and cakes,

Toad invented even more ingenious reasons

to prove he was a hero,

while Ernest showed everyone

how his uncles Bill and Bert had taught him to make a funny bunny

from a handkerchief.

♪ 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 ♪