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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 year was winding down

and now leaves turned to crimson and the grass golden,

the fruits of autumn swelled and swung

over the looping stems and branches.

Hard to believe, in the midst of all that richness,

that winter would strip those branches bare, and soon.

But wild-wooders and river- bankers knew it to be true.

Indeed, in the crowded comfort of his home,

Badger was saying as much to his friends.

Yes, yes... As my old father used to say,

"An aching back in autumn and a full stomach in winter."

That's interesting, Badger, but what does it mean?

What I mean is that

we ought to make the most of the hedgerows while we can.

- Exactly! - We can pick ourselves fruit!

- My dear chaps, why bother? - Why bother, Toad?

Yes. I just send off for a couple of decent-sized hampers.

Send off!

A fool and his money are soon parted.

As your old father used to say?

Oh, sorry. Sorry.

There will be no sending off for hampers, Toad.

There will be no need for hampers.

Tomorrow, we shall fill our own.

Er... tomorrow! Well, I had thought of...

First thing tomorrow morning,

while the dew is still fresh on the grass,

we shall meet at the edge of the glade

where the fruits grow thickest. Agreed?

- Agreed. - Oh, yes.

Oh, all right.

Now what are they up to?

Er... Don't know, Chief.

- What are they up to? - Don't know.

- Don't know! Well then, you... - Me?

Yes, you! You hang about and find out what they're up to.

What about my breakfast?

- You've missed it! - Oh, heck!

If there's any pickings to be had, you let me know, right?

Er... right, Chief. Where will you be, Chief?

I'll be getting my breakfast.

Yes, Chief. Right, Chief.

Right, you heard what the Chief said.

Hang about, see if there's any good pickings

and if there is, let me know.

- But... - I'll be getting my breakfast.

And if you're wondering about yours... you missed them.

- Yes, Gov. - Right, Gov.

And see it is right

or I'll skin you!

Oh, where is that wretched Toad?

Five more minutes and we start without him.

Oh, dear! He's probably...

It's Toad!

Who else?

Oh, there you are! Good morning! Lovely morning!

Toad, where have you been?

Where have I been?

I've been looking for you!

But we've been here for ages!

Good job I looked here then!

- Toad! - Yes, Badger?

- Be quiet! - Er... Yes, Badger.

Well, time to start, eh?

- Long since! - Yes, quite agree!

I'll go and get the picnic hamper from the car.

- Hamper? - Yeah, for breakfast.

The breakfast hamper. As Badger said,

it's time we started breakfast.

- Breakfast, Toad, is over! - Over?

Some of us had breakfast hours ago!

But...

It's time to start our harvesting!

But I haven't...

It does seem quite a long time since breakfast to me.

- Perhaps we could just... - Yes!

NO!

Badger's right, chaps. The sooner we start, the better.

Yes, all right.

I shall die of hunger! Oh, I know I shall die!

- Come on, Toad! - Oh!

As the morning wore on, the harvest steadily swelled.

Badger, using his stick, hooked down the higher stems,

picking the juicy blackberries and the beads of elderberry.

Ratty, for whom they were a particular favourite,

prized the hazelnuts from the tips of slender twigs,

while Mole gathered crimson hawthorn berries

and carried the full baskets to the cool protection

of a hollow tree,

tipping the fruit out onto a bed of leaves

within the darkness of the wooden cave.

Then of course, there was Toad.

What is it now, Toad?

Oh! Nothing, Ratty. Nothing at all.

Just that my life's blood is ebbing away.

I'm wounded, look, savaged, slashed!

- What is it, Toad? - He's pricked his thumb again.

They're heartless. Heartless!

Good, good. Another load for the hollow tree, Mole.

Right. coming, Badger.

- Eh? - Hollow tree?

Filled your basket yet, Toad?

Filled my basket! Of course I haven't, Badger!

I'm weak from loss of blood!

Stop making a fuss, Toad. Try and enjoy yourself.

Enjoy being stung and wounded!

- This is dangerous. - Nonsense, Toad!

You're much safer here than in that wretched car of yours,

as long as you don't eat anything poisonous.

- Poisonous? - Poisonous berries!

What... What are they like, these poisonous berries?

Small, black and shiny. Deadly nightshade.

- Oh, Toad. You haven't... - I have!

I told you not to eat! Only to pick.

I was hungry.

- How many have you had? - One or two.

Oh, Toad! You never eat one or two of anything.

- Oh, my gosh... - Hang on.

Oh! The poison!

My poor, frail body is taken with a drowsy numbness!

Toad? Toad?

Is it evening my dear, dear friends?

- It grows so dark apace... - Oh no!

Come closer while I take my leave of...

Toad, look here.

Rat, please! I'm in the middle of my dying throes!

- Never mind that. - Never mind!

- Was it these you ate? - No...

No

- These then? - Let me see...

Oh, yes. Yes! That's what laid low the fairest flower,

the handsomest youth!

- The biggest fathead! - The biggest fat...

Elderberries, you foolish creature. Elderberries!

You mean they're not...

Of course they're not. And I told you not to eat things!

How would I know they were ripe?

You are a foolish, greedy,

disobedient and self-centred animal!

- Oh, I say! - He's right, Toad.

If we have to keep stopping for you,

we'll never get our supplies.

- You shouldn't have eaten them. - I'm starving!

Toad, why don't you go and get that hamper of yours.

We'll carry on until you get back, then we'll have elevenses.

Elevenses!

Oh, very well.

Right, I'll be back as quick as a wink.

Stick at it, chaps.

There's quite a nice little bunch there, Badger.

- Toad! - Yes, Badger. Right, Badger.

- Toodle-ooh, fellows! - Toodle-ooh. Huh!

Come on, get them sacks full!

I feels like Father Christmas!

Oh...

Why do I have to do everything?

Other chaps are larking about, picking their silly berries

while I... Oh! I'm hungry.

Slaving away on an empty stomach.

- All clear. - Right.

Keep it down!

I'll just have a tiny little rest. Yes...

Ah! There.

Oh, my poor little body!

My poor, empty little body!

I think... I should force a morsel down, I really do.

Ho ho! Now then... A-ha!

Where we gonna put this lot?

Ain't it all right here?

- No! Suppose they spot us. - Eh?

Suppose we has the stuff on us.

Cor! Yeah!

- We'll have to dump it, right? - Right.

And I know where.

There's a nice big bush just down the path.

We'll dump it there and pick it up later. Right?

- Right! - Well, come on then.

Here you are, Moley. More for the tree.

- Coming, Ratty. - Quick! Scarper!

Oh, dear! Excuse...

Oh, feel a little better, but tired...

I'm very tired...

Just forty winks should suit me right, I'm sure.

Yes, those fellows, they...

they won't...

- Here you are. Perfect! - Yeah! Just the job.

Stuff a load under there. There we are.

Great. Now, let's see what else our friend has got for us!

As the day wore on, Badger, Rat and Mole picked and gathered

and Mole ambled to and from the hollow free.

And the weasels scurried back and forth

between the hollow tree and their own hiding place.

From time to time, the three friends wondered

what had become of Toad and his hamper.

He'd have sulked because we told him off and driven home!

Hmm, yes.

I hope he hasn't. I'm hungry.

I'm ready for Toad's hamper of food.

Patience. This last basketful and we shall have enough.

- Oh, good! - More than enough.

We might have quite a job to get it home.

Now, should be cool and fresh in here.

Oh! Hey, have I got the wrong tree?

- What is it, Ratty? - Just a minute...

- What? - What is it, Rat?

There isn't...

- It's gone! - GONE!

But, I put it all in there!

- It isn't there now! - Are you sure?

Of course, have a look!

Weasels!

- Hey, you! - After them!

Oh my goodness! Yes!

- Come back here! - Villains! Villains!

What...

Must have nodded off.

Now... Oh, the hamper! Yes, I'd better take it to the...

Oh! Oh, dear.

Well, I don't suppose they're really hungry!

Oh, I say, what's this? Elder thingies!

Oh! Blackberries. And nuts!

Oh, I say!

Well, fancy those fellows leaving them here!

They might easily have been stolen!

Oh well, I better take them back to the car

It's no good. They've got away!

Villains! Villains!

Oh, my! Oh my goodness!

All that work for nothing.

All to fill the weasels' larder!

Oh, when I lay my hands on them...

Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

- You'll love this, Chief. - Only the best!

- Yeah, and all hand-picked. - By Badger...

- And Rat... - And Mole!

Well done, lads! Ha ha ha!

- Right, where is it? - It's right...

- It's just under the... - Come on, let's have it then!

I don't believes it! It was here!

Was here? What do you mean it WAS here?

Well, it's erm... gone!

Oh, it's gone, has it?

- I can't understand it! - Oh, I can!

- Can you, Chief? - Yeah! You've eat 'em!

- Eat 'em! - You've eat 'em!

- Come here! - Oh no!

- You... - Oh!

You wait till I get hold of you!

I'll skin you alive!

- Come back here! - Oh!

And when I catch them, I'll thump them...

Ah, there you are! I've been waiting ages!

Toad, you wretched fellow, where have you been?

Wretched fellow? Where have I been?

I've been wearing myself out

carrying enormous hampers to and fro!

Now, don't be silly, Toad!

You're awfully sharp with a fellow!

It's out fruit harvest, Toad. It's gone!

Yes, I know!

Jolly stupid place it was to leave it!

It's where we always leave... How do you know?

- Know? - Know it's gone.

- Because I have got it. - WHAT?

- You can't have got it. - I jolly well have!

And jolly heavy it was too. I'm worn out...

Toad! Stop romancing!

The weasels have stolen the harvest and that's that!

Well, if that's that, what's this?

Toad! Oh my goodness!

- Toad, you foolish creature! - Eh?

- Taking it without a word. - Taking it without...

I didn't!

Who could have left it in such a silly place?

- It certainly wasn't us Toad! - It certainly wasn't me!

Toad, you're prevaricating again.

You had no right to do such a thing.

Toad, you do tell the most awful stories!

Look here... Can we...

- I's always me, isn't it? - I say...

I didn't want to come on your wretched harvest outing!

Stop it! We'll never get to the bottom of things if we shout.

Just what I was trying to say. Absolutely!

We'll think better when we've eaten.

Yes, well... I apologise.

- Sorry. You're right, Ratty. - Let's have that hamper, Toad.

Have the hamper. But you've got the hamper!

No, the one with our picnic food in it.

Er... Picnic...

- Er... Oh, well... - Toad!

Toad! You haven't!

- Oh, I... - He has!

Oh, Toad!

I'm sorry, chaps...

- It was... - Oh, Toad!

I... I was... If I... Oh!

Well... You see...

♪ 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 ♪