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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 moon shone too brightly in the sky over Toad Hall for the stars to be seen,

bur in the fields, stars glittered on hedgerows and meadows

as the moonlight caught the first sharp points of winter frost.

The great silver disc slid through the branches of bare trees,

watching over a sleeping countryside.

It was damp and misty - just the right weather for animals to catch colds,

and Toad, of course, had caught the best one.

Oh, dear. I'm not well!

I am NOT well!

But nobody cares. Nobody comes to visit me. I could...

I could die and no one would ever know.

All alone in my hour of need!

With only that gloomy lot for company!

Oh, dear.

Henry Whittingham Toad.

Oh, handsome young fellow.

I suppose I get my looks from that side of the family.

1583 to 1611. Hmm...

That's...

Oh...

Well, let's see, three from ten is... That's erm...

Seven. So 17 and 11 is... 30.

No. No, no. It's 28. I say, poor fellow! He died young.

Now, let's see. What about this one? Samuel Roger Toad.

1632 to 1665.

Well, that's erm...

That's 33.

Oh, he died young! Oh, dear!

Alexander Octavius Toad, 1747 to 1780.

My gosh! That's 33 again. Well, let me see!

Versatility Toad, 1804 to 1828.

"He whom the Gods love dies young."

At 24!

They all died young!

All of them. It's in the blood!

I know.

It's the price we toads pay for being handsome, clever and modest and kind.

"He whom the Gods love."

Now it's my turn. Atchoo!

Help! He-elp!

No one.

NO ONE!

What it is to be alone!

Oh... Oh, dear.

I must find out what it is that ails me.

I must find out what threatens my life.

I'm too young, too handsome to die!

Oh, dear, let's see. Why did Father go for so much Latin stuff I can't read...?

Ah! Now, what's this?

"Ranunculus repens.

"Rapidly spreading with bright yellow inflorescence...” Oh!

"Should be eradicated before it gains a hold."

Has it gained a hold?

"Bright yellow inflorescence."

They are a bit yellow.

Oh, no! Oh, let's see!

"Botrytis.

"Causes dieback associated with presence of creeping grey mould.”

Oh, that's it. I've got that as well!

"Honey fungus - almost impossible to eradicate, rapidly spreading

"and... when established, fatal."

Fatal!

- Toad! - Toad!

- Hello, Toad! - Toad!

Where can he have got to?

Three-quarters of an hour of boating time wasted!

- What's that? - I can't imagine. Maybe...

Toad!

Good heavens, Toad! What are you doing?

Doing?

Is it a game or something, Toad?

A game? Huh!

No, Mole. Not a game.

Toad, we've been waiting to set off down river for almost an hour.

Down river?

We're supposed to be going on an outing. The picnic hamper's packed!

Huh!

I may never see the river again.

I say, Toad, you haven't broken a leg or anything?

Hal If only it was something so trivial!

- Trivial, Toad? - A broken leg would heal.

A broken head would mend, but...

Look here, old man. I know you've had a bit of a cold, but...

A bit of a cold? A bit of a cold?

Anyone can get a bit of a cold.

What I have got is...

...fatal!

- Oh, Ratty! - Oh!

- Did you have breakfast this morning? - Breakfast? Ha ha! No!

No wonder you feel low. I'll get you something.

No, no. No, Moley. Nothing.

Not even a cup of tea?

Well, then... a cup of tea.

And a round of toast.

Or two.

Perhaps a rasher of bacon, a couple of sausages.

Mushrooms, a tomato

and an egg, but, you know, nothing more, nothing more.

No, well, erm... I'll go and get it then.

Oh...

Oh, dear... dear Mole.

Atchoo!

No. No more.

Food has such little point.

Please take the rest away.

There isn't any rest, Toad. It's all gone.

Yes, yes, I know. Take it away.

Now, look, Toad...

- Toad? - I'm sorry. Sorry to embarrass you.

It's the pain as it takes its grip on my poor frame.

- Are you sure it's not a touch of wind? - Wind?

Of course it's not a touch of wind!

Perhaps you could... help me to my bed.

- Oh, Toady! - I don't know, Mole.

I just don't know!

How are you feeling now, Toad?

Weak, Moley. But not in pain.

- Look, Toad... - Ratty!

Ratty, is that you?

Of course it's me, Toad.

Oh... I thought you were an angel.

- Oh, Ratty! - Come on, Toad. You're not that bad.

I've got some medicine for you.

Medicine? What medicine?

- There, you sound better already! - Eh? Oh, no.

I mean, what medicine?

It's for your cold. Now, let's see.

That's for measles, bronchitis.

Ah, here we are.

- Ipecacuanha. - I'm not having that. I's horrible!

Sorry, I mean it's too...

It's too late for remedies, dear Rat.

- Oh, Toad! - No, I fear I'm slipping away.

How the world will miss me!

Yes...

We thought we'd see you about him.

Yes, yes. Not before time by the sound of things.

What do you think he's suffering from, Badger?

Well, if I know Toad, self-indulgence and an over active imagination.

Oh! Oh, you mean you don't think he's ill at all?

You don't mean he's pretending to be ill?

Well, no, not altogether.

I'm sure he believes he's at death's door.

But Toad would believe anything that made him the centre of attraction.

- Yes, I suppose so. - And you say, Rat, he's eating well?

Mole and I have cooked ourselves into the ground these last few days.

Well...

I think tomorrow I'll do a bit of sick visiting.

Toad!

Toad, are you all right?

Very weak, Mole. Very weak.

I think the end may be near.

Oh, Toad!

Are you well enough to see Badger?

Badger? Dear, dear old Badger!

Come to take his leave of me, has he?

Yes... Let him come in.

Come in, Badger.

He is, erm, conscious.

Badger... Badger!

My dear young Toad!

How are you?

Young.

And there's the rub.

Who would have thought that you would outlive me?

Yes. Thank you, Toad.

Now, what ails you, eh?

Fatal, fatal!

Terrible illnesses, Badger.

What? More than one?

Ha ha ha ha!

Would ONE illness conquer ME, Badger?

Well... And what are these illnesses, Toad?

Erm...

Erm, I can't remember now. I looked them up.

Oh? Where?

In the library. Father's medical books.

And all my ancestors died of it as well, you know.

Really? I didn't know your father had any medical books.

Oh, yes.

Awful.

Awful.

I suppose you didn't happen to bring any chocolates with you, did you?

Hmm? Oh, no.

Oh!

I think I'll have a look at these books of yours.

Yes, they're on the table there, still open.

After I leant the truth, I just couldn't...

No, no, of course not.

I'll come back in a little while.

Thank you. Don't leave me too long, Badger. I may...

Oh!

Hmm.

- Hmm. Hmm! - How bad is it, Badger?

- Oh, dangerous. - Dangerous?

"A little learning is a dangerous thing.

"Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring." Eh?

- Yes, Badger. - What's he got then, Badger?

Well, from the way he's left the books...

Armillaria mellea.

- Oh, my! - Botrytis.

Botrytis? Oh!

Mm-hm.

And ranunculus repens.

Poor Toad!

Badger, I know, I know. We've had time to get used to it.

Ahem, yes.

I'll be all right.

Can anything be done for all those awful things?

Oh, yes, yes, though the treatment is a little drastic.

- Oh? - Well...

Better face the poor fellow with the truth, I suppose.

Yes.

- Oh, dear. - Come on, Moley.

Mustn't let Toad see we're downhearted.

No. No, of course not. Right.

I have seen the books.

And?

Armillaria mellea?

Oh, yes. That... that was it.

Botrytis?

- Yes. - Ranunculus repens?

Oh, yes, horrible.

Scourges indeed!

- Oh! - But there is hope, Toad.

- Oh? - Something can be done.

Oh. Oh...

Done?

Now, Toad, you must be brave.

Brave? Why, I mean... Well, I'm always brave, aren't I? I'm known for it.

I hope so, Toad. I hope so.

Yes. Yes, erm...

Why... why do I need to be brave?

I know these diseases well.

Really?

- And when they infect a part... - Yes?

- That part must be... - Yes?

Removed.

Removed?!

- Oh, Badger! - Steady now, Toad!

I'm not having parts removed! Ha ha! I'm all right, I'm fine. Look at me!

- Have you seen what botrytis can do? - I don't want to!

It wiped out my tomatoes in one fell swoop.

I don't care. I'm not interested in your... Pardon?

- Ranunculus repens will ruin a lawn. - Badger!

- What are you talking about? - As for armillaria...

get that into a fruit tree and... whoof!

- Just a minute, Badger. - Are you out of your mind?

- You foolish, ignorant creature! - Ooh! I... Oh!

If you'd studied Latin as your father wanted...

Latin? Poo!

You'd have known you were looking at gardening books.

- Gardening books? - What's he had?

Ignorance. That's what he's had.

Empty-headedness. That's what he's had.

But those awful things...

- Creeping buttercup. Grey mould. - Oh, my!

- And honey fungus. - Honey fungus? Ha ha!

- Then he's not...? - No!

- And he won't...? - No!

And we've been waiting on him and worrying and... Oh, Toad!

But I'm well. I'm Toad!

Toad the fit, Toad the strong! I'm Toa-oa-oad!

Hello!

- Toad! - Eh?

Hello!

- Oh, hello! - Are you all right, Toad?

No! I finished the hamper and I've got an itch.

Never mind. We'll back in a couple of hours.

A couple of hours? Now look!

- Goodbye, Toad. - Goodbye!

Irresponsible animal!

Huh! Couple of hours!

Marooned! Left without food! I could die!

Oh, what it is to be alone!

♪ 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 ♪