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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 ♪

It was the time of the year when everything that grows

was at its fullest and greenest.

Great bunches of plants leaned from hedgerows info the light.

More bunches leaned out over the slow, calm river

where the branches hung low,

pulled down by the weight of the great, glossy leaves.

The sounds of nature were muffled by its own richness,

but on this summer afternoon,

a stroller by the river as it flowed past Toad Hall

would have heard the fruity whack of croquet ball on mallet

as, by that noble house, four friends competed on the lawn.

Oh, drat! It's no use. I just can't hit it straight.

Yes, I've noticed that, Mole, but don't get upset.

We can't all have perfect co-ordination.

Do you expect to win, Toad, by any chance?

What? Oh, well, I mean you chaps play well enough,

but... Here, Badger! You've just sent my ball flying!

Yes, Toad. I know.

But I can't win from there!

Precisely. That's why I did it.

Well, I call that jolly unfair!

- Unfair? - It's in the rules, Toad.

- That's what one's meant to do. - I's a stupid, boring game!

I'm not playing any more!

I shall find a game with proper rules!

- Oh, look here, Toad... - Where people can't cheat!

- What's that, Toad? - And, anyway, I have to go.

We can't all mess about with stupid hoops and mallets

and stupid, stupid, stupid rules!

- Oh, dear. - Not the world's best loser.

I wonder what he meant about finding another game.

Take no notice. Toad doesn't mean half of what he says.

No, but it still leaves the other half.

- Thanks, guv'nor. Ta-ra! - Er, yes. Ta-ta... Goodbye.

Ha ha ha! Now I'll show them! I'll show them winning!

Croquet

This is the ONLY game.

Oh, drat!

Where did that go?

With the power of my swing, it could be miles.

No, not quite, Mr Toad.

- Eh? Oh! Ah, it's you. -Well observed, Mr Toad.

You took me a bit by...

One has to concentrate to the exclusion of all else

to achieve proficiency in golf.

Oh, indeed, indeed, Mr Toad.

By the way,

I believe my companion has something of yours, Mr Toad.

Hm? Really? What might that be?

- Your golf club. - Oh!

It was great good fortune that fate interposed him

between the airborne club and myself.

I had no idea you were a golfer, Mr Toad.

Oh, heavens, yes.

- What's yer handicap? - What? Oh, absolutely nothing.

No, I was born to be a golfer.

- Do stand clear. - Play on, Mr Toad.

Er, yes. Yes.

Thank you. Now.

Oh! Well 'it, Mr Toad.

Yes.

Well, well. A hole in one!

- Hole in one? - One of the upstairs windows!

- Up there, look.

You're a powerful hitter, Mr Toad.

Ah. Er. Well, thank you.

Of course, it takes a keen golfer to know a keen golfer.

- You mean that you...? - Brought up to the game.

Born with a silver niblick in me mouth, so to speak.

Chief, I didn't know you...

I'm so sorry. Did I inadvertently catch your shin?

Not, I am sure, that I could play like you do.

Er...no. Well...

Though the experience would be an education.

You mean...? You want to play a match with me?

What a good idea! What an imaginative gent, Mr Toad.

-Well, I... - Tomorrow?

Er...the day after.

I haven't quite...

Well, I mean, I'll be a little busy tomorrow.

Done. Day after tomorrow.

And...what will you be taking from me?

Em, taking from you?

Yes. You know, when you win.

A little wager makes the game more interesting, eh?

- Oh, yes, well... - How about a gold watch?

A gold watch?

I say, I used to have one like that.

If you win...

WHEN you win...

You, you shall have my gold watch.

- Oh! Oh, I say! - And if I win...

Yes?

- I get Toad Hall. - Yes!

Ha ha. Oh, yes. Hardly likely.

Done. A gold watch to Toad Hall.

- Day after tomorrow. - Yes.

And...

Yeah.

You might care to watch this.

- Finer points, you know. - Oh, yes.

I say, do you mind being quiet while I...? Oh, he's asleep.

I fancy he's a touch anaemic, Mr Toad.

Oh, dear. Well. Anyway, here goes.

Oh, bother!

I wonder where that one...

Heavens! He's dozed off as well.

I hope he's all right for the match. Oh, here's my ball.

You're not suggesting

that he has the slightest chance of winning, are you? Eh?

Hal I mean to say!

How long have you been a golfer, Toad?

Ah, look. It isn't just the quantity that matters.

- How long? - It's, um...

- Since yesterday. - What did you say, old chap?

How long did you say?

- Since yesterday! - Yesterday?!

Yes, and I might have been born to it. The natural skill,

the physical dexterity...

- Now, look here, Toad. - The clubs are all one to me!

- That, at least, I believe. -Eh?

- If you're set on this folly... - F-Folly? Folly?

You shall have someone with whom the clubs are not all one.

There's a young rabbit who can caddy.

Oh. Oh, a caddy?

More sense in a whisker than in your head!

Now look here, Badger...

And I shall be on hand to make sure that WHEN you lose...

- Lose? - ..It's by your own stupidity.

Very kind of you. Stupidity?

There will always be a house for you at Mole End.

But I have a perfectly splendid hou...

Get off! Let go of me ear!

Stop whining, wretched creature.

Next time you enter Toad Hall uninvited, I'll make you whine!

You wait, Mr bloomin' Badger!

You wait till we own Toad Hall!

We'll see who gets chucked out on their ear then.

That foolish creature. Gambles his home,

his honoured father's home,

on a game he can no more play than fly.

Oh, dear. Oh, Toad. Oh, no!

Badger's right, Mole. His silly pride has lost him everything.

"Vanity, vanity, all is vanity," said the preacher.

Well, at least I can see he's not cheated of his inheritance.

Oh, Ratty. What will Toad do?

There, there, Moley. We'll have to face things as they come.

That's all very well, Mr Toad,

but where's the other seventeen holes?

Eh? There aren't any.

Are you telling me that Toad Hall Golf Course

only has one hole?

Oh, my goodness.

I AM going to have to make some changes to the place.

So, where are we going to play this match?

Where am I going to trounce you?

Trounce me?

Me, one of the great sporting toads? Why...

- Where? - Em, where?

- Em... - I have the answer.

Eh?

The course will be from here to my front door and back again.

And the winner will be whoever sinks his ball

into this hole,

the only hole,

having played the fewest strokes to get it there.

From here to your front door and back?

First to get his ball in the hole. The only hole.

With the smallest number of strokes. Right.

- Right. - And may the best weasel win.

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes, well, um...

Sh-Sh-Sh-Shall we...

Oh, no. After you, Mr Toad. After you.

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

Oh, lovely backswing!

Yeah - next time you might even hit the ball! Har har!

I think you ought to take a mashie niblick for this one.

Mashie niblick? Nonsense!

- Take my diamond-backed cleek. - But, sir...

This is a deadly weapon in the hands of an experienced player.

- Oh, we're all right, then. - Do you mind?

Just give me room.

- Sir, It's not going to... - Please!

Right.

- 83. - Ohh!

Oh, drat!

84.

85!

86!

- Oh, curse it! - 87!

Eh, Chief, couldn't you...?

88!

- 'Ere, that wasn't a stroke. - You're telling me!

More like a wallop!

Not the putter, sir.

Oh, dearie me.

Oh! Dearie me.

Right.

Er, Chief, couldn't you...?

I'm sure it was around here. It cannae be anywhere else.

Oh, drat! Best shot yet and I can't find the ball!

No, no use. No sign of it at all.

- How are the scores, Badger? - Very close, Rat. Very close.

Toad - 207.

The weasel - 208.

Toad's done better than I thought.

The weasel is worse than anyone thought.

It's no use. I've lost it.

Oh, dear. What a shame. What a tragedy.

And just as you was in the lead.

Well, then, Toad, you must play the shot again.

-208. - And lose a penalty stroke.

- 209. - And another stroke back here.

210.

Oh, Toad! Oh, Toad Hall!

I'm afraid this is the end, Moley.

Come on.

Oh, well. That's the rub of the green, I suppose.

Oh, dear.

Oh, my goodness. Just look what I've found.

Oh, dear.

This for the match.

This for Toad Hall. Eh?

This for revenge for all your hoity-toity,

weasel-despising ways! Eh, Mr Toad?

You're not here to make speeches, man. Play the stroke.

I will, Mr Badger, I will.

With great pleasure.

I've done it! I won! I won! Toad Hall is mine!

Oh, my home! My home!

- Oh, Ratty. - Oh, Toad!

Now, Mr Toad, being as I'm so generous,

so warm-hearted... you've got an hour to get out!

- An hour?! Now look here... - An hour!

You, go get the others. We're moving in.

- Oh, no, you're not. - Eh?

- You're not moving in. - But I won, Mr Badger!

I won the match and Toad Hall. It's what the rules was.

The rules WERE that whoever got their ball in the hole...

- In the fewest strokes. - ...was the winner.

-So? - You threw the ball in the air.

- So? - I caught it.

- Oh, well done, Mr Badger - This is it.

I know that's it, Mr Badger. That's why I'm moving into...

...into...

...Toad Hall.

And that, Chief Weasel, is why you're not.

I say! That's MY ball!

It is, that. It's the three-putt special that you lost, Mr Toad.

- Now look... - You swindlers! You cheats!

Oh, very nice, Mr Mole. Very nice.

- We never did nothing... - Get out! Get away with you!

Yes, by Jove, or I'll... He'll give you what for!

All right, we'll go, but we'll be back. Never fear.

And one day back for good.

Come on, you!

Oh, Toad, it's safe! Toad Hall is safe!

Er, yes.

I say, would you mind if I sit down?

So, no more golf, Toad?

No, Badger, absolutely not. I've learnt my lesson.

Besides, it's a silly, boring game.

I've given my clubs and stuff to that caddy of mine, Eric.

- George, Toad. - Yes.

I'm quite a different person now and golf - oh, poo!

Ah, well, good.

- Good.

- I hope my tennis stuff comes. - Huh? Tennis stuff?

- Should have been today. - Toad, you don't mean to say...

- Well, it's the ONLY game! - Oh, Toad!

Ha ha! 30-40-love!

♪ 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 ♪