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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 ♪

There was a pleasant warmth about the day. The sun of early summer shone

through stained glass leaves and glinted and sparkled on the river.

It was the day when Rat might row his beloved boat on his beloved river,

when Mole might have taken the air,

when even Badger could well have gone for a stroll in the Wild Wood.

But no one was about and the reason why was borne every now and then

on the gentlest of breezes from Toad Hall.

That was where everyone was

because this was the first of May.

Ohh! Hooray!

Good old Billy!

Well done, Billy! Any prize on the second shelf.

Great! I'd like a toffee apple.

What?

The whole secret, Ratty,

is co-ordination.

- Really? - Absolutely!

Is that what was wrong with your first ball? No co-ordination?

- Good heavens, Ratty! I'll show you. - Chief?

That was just to gauge, er...

- Now this time... - Do be careful!

Oh, Toad!

Yes, well, I don't think I'll bother with the last throw.

It's childish. Here you are, sonny. You can have this.

Come on, Ratty.

I wonder where Moley went off to.

Oh, there he is!

Oh, good heavens!

Hello, you chaps! I'm Napoleon Mole!

Yes, well, you mind you don't meet your Waterloo.

Eh? What?

- Ah, yes. Jolly good. - Quite still, please.

That's it, sir, Thank you. Be ready at five o'clock.

Thank you.

- That should look rather jolly, Mole. - I'm sending it to my cousin Auberon.

-Eh? - He said he'd like a photograph of me.

- I thought this would make him laugh. - Yes. I should send him one of me.

- Why not? That'll make him laugh more! - What? Oh, yes! Ha-ha!

Eh? How do you...? What?

- That'll make him laugh...? - Come on, Toad. Lots to see.

I'm coming!

Shoo! Go on!

Em, Madame Pastelengro?

I am Madame Pastelengro. I can see into the past.

And into the future.

Oh, very nice. Very nice.

- Em, can you see into the Wild Wood? - Into...the Wild Wood?

Into the Wild Wood about half an hour ago.

Well, I could try.

Only I was proceeding here from our residence in the Wild Wood

when I heard a cry.

A cry'?

Mm. Sounded like, well, I don't want to upset you, but...

- Yes? Yes? - It sounded like a young rabbit.

- Oh! - In pain.

- Like he'd fallen down a hole. - Oh, no!

I enquired of a passing hedgehog if he knew what it was.

He said he thought it was...Ernest.

- Ohh! - Oh, dear!

You don't know anyone called Ernest?

He's my son! My little Ernest! Oh, dear! What ever shall I do?

Do? Madame Pastelengro!

You must go to him at once!

Oh, don't worry. I'll take over here.

Oh, sir, you're too kind. Too kind.

I know. I know.

Come on. Off you go to poor Ernest.

Oh, Ernest! Ernest!

Oh, poor lady.

Poor lady!

Ah, yes, that's the ticket, Ratty.

- Jolly nice style, if I may say so. - Toad?

- Be quiet and let him concentrate. - Why, I... Yes, Badger.

Go on, Ratty. Go on!

- Come on, Mr Rat! - Come on! Come on, Mr Rat!

Come on, Mr Rat!

- Oh. Oh, well. - Right. Anyone else?

Come along, you strong men. How about you, sir?

Who? Oh, I say. Do you mean me?

I do, sir. As fine a figure of a toad as ever I saw.

Two pence, sir, and fame is yours.

Fame? Fine figure of a toad?

Oh, well, I...

I say, Mole, old chap. Could you give him two pence?

Oh, Toady.

- Thank you, sir. Help yourself. - Ah, yes. Yes.

Of course.

Go on, Mr Toad!

Yes, go on, Mr Toad.

Watch this, you young chaps.

Ha-ha! Now, then.

Look here, I think there's something wrong with this mallet.

Something's wrong with your muscles, sir!

My muscles?!

The cheek! Well!

If you're going to behave in that ill-mannered way,

I shan't waste my physique on your wretched little stall. I'd like my 2p back.

Eh? It were Mr Mole's.

What? Er...

- Why don't you have a go, Moley? - Oh, er, no thank you, Ratty.

I haven't got the build for it. Badger?

- Hmm? - Do you want Toad's go?

Well...

Haven't done this for years.

Well, I-I... I don't know, Badger, old man.

- You're getting on a bit. - Yes, very well. I will.

Cor!

'Ere, Mr Badger, sir. You broke my bell!

Mr Badger broke the bell!

Well...

My apologies.

But, er...

- Oh, Toad. You don't believe that stuff? - What?

Fortune telling?

Of course not!

- But I'd like to know what will happen. - Oh, Toad!

Where ignorance is bliss, Toad, 'tis folly to be wise.

Ha! I suppose that was what your old father used to say.

No, Toad. It was what Thomas Gray, the poet, in his Distant Prospect...

Yes, yes, yes. All right, Badger.

It's only a bit of fun, Badger. No real harm in it if you don't take it seriously.

Exactly!

Huh! Take it seriously?

What kind of fool would take it seriously?

- Go on then, Toad. - Right.

So, my handsome young gent...

Eh? Oh! Ha-ha!

You would know the mysteries of the future?

- Let me see your hands. - Er, hands?

- So that I may read your palm. - Oh. Oh, yes.

Oh. A hand full of skill. An artist's hand.

- Eh? Well... - But a hero's, too.

- A soldier's hand. - Funny that you should say that.

- Tsss! - I beg your pardon?

I said tsss.

Oh, er. Isn't it?

- It's the life line. - Ah.

- Sorry? - The line of life!

Er, there isn't anything...wrong, is there?

Difficult to say. It might go on strongly for a long time.

- Ah, jolly... - Or it might be...cut off.

- Cut...off? - Cut off!

Em...there isn't any way I could...?

I shall have to look into my crystal ball.

Now, then...

Very nice. Very nice.

Eh? Eh? What? What is it?

I see...fame!

- Fame? - The name... Let's see.

- Toad! Up in lights!

That wouldn't be your name, would it, young sir?

Yes! Yes, it would!

I see newspaper headlines!

Newspaper headlines?!

"Brave Toad Knighted!"

I say! Sir Toad!

"Heroic Toad Honoured!"

What is this?

- Yes! Where? What is this? - A cloud! A mist!

- All that fame...blotted out. - No! No, no! Why?

- No, wait, wait! Another picture forms. - Yes, yes.

- I see a toad. - That's me!

And a tall, dark stranger.

- A tall, dark stranger? - The stranger is asking for something.

- Yes? - In a foreign voice.

- In a foreign voice? - Toad refuses, sends him away.

The mist rolls in, the headlines fade!

The lights go out!

I can see no more!

- Oh! Oh, please! - Quite, quite...exhausted.

- It's quite clear what it means, Mr Toad. - Sir! Sir Toad, if you...

Oh, sorry. What does it mean, dear old lady?

It means that a tall, dark stranger will ask you for something

and if you don't give it to him, you'll never be famous! And serve you right!

- Look here...! - That's what the crystal ball says.

- Oh. Oh, yes. - Now go on your way.

And remember.

Hmm? Yes.

Yeah, remember. Yes.

I'll remember. F-Fame.

And a stranger with a foreign voice.

If I refuse, there's no fame.

Yes, yes. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, you're welcome, Mr Toad.

You're welcome.

Oh, Toad. Are you sure she said you'd be Lord Toad of River Bank?

Well, yes, more or less.

Oh, Toad. It's absolute rubbish.

- Lord Toad - Yes!

Right, if you're going to be jealous and mean and sarcastic and...

rotten, I'm going in!

- Oh, now look, Toad... - No!

- Toad, we only... - Goodbye!

No, no, Mole. Let him go.

Foolish creature.

They're green with envy. That's their trouble.

I'll show them. Just wait until I... Oh, I say!

Oh, I beg your pardon, noble sir.

Oh, that's all right.

No, no. Careless of me,

Count Moskovski, to be running into you.

A foreign voice.

You don't happen to know what your height is?

In Henglish, no.

But I ham, what do you say, er, tall.

Tall! Tall, yes. And you are dark!

Er, the beard his dark.

Yes.

Don't touch it! I mean, do not touch it.

Please not to touch. It's very...sensitive.

- Ooh, I do beg your... - Wait!

- You are Lord Toad, are you not? - How did...?

The famous Lord Toad.

I was told of you by a gypsy.

- A gypsy? - Yeah.

- I've been told by a gypsy that... - He said I should take your things.

- And this would be good fortune. - I say!

How amazing!

Well, that's it! Fame and nobility - Lord Toad!

- Come on and take everything! - That will be a pleasure.

I shall be most honoured.

- Quick! Ha-ha! - I comski quickski!

- Well, Badger, now what? - Mm, I think, my dear Rat,

I shall find a deckchair and listen to the band.

I've had enough of all this nonsense.

- Good idea, Badger. Coming, Mole? - Em, no, if you chaps don't mind,

I thought I'd wander round.

- Well, see you later. - Yes. Well, bye till then.

- Cheerio. - Bye, Mole.

Now I can go and see what my future holds in store.

My goodness! That's strange. A weasel being Madame Pastelengro.

And Toad...

And did you rememberski the candlesticks, I hope?

Er, yes, yes.

Yes, I got rid of the lot.

- Any minute now I shall be famous... - You certainly will!

Lord Toad!

Just one moment!

- What? - Toad!

- I think I'll hop it. - Who's that?

Ha-ha-ha! Allow me to introduce the instrument of my fame.

- No, no, really. - Count Moskovski.

Yes!

The tall, dark stranger you didn't believe in.

- What?! - You see?

You thought Madame Pastelengro talked rubbish.

- Toad, she was a weasel. - Yes! You see...

Madame Pastel..was a...

- A weasel? - Well, I must be offski.

You, Count, are not off anywhere!

Now see 'ere!

Not quite as Russian as you were. And not quite...as dark.

- Oh, my! - It's... It's not...! He wasn't...

Yes, you stupid, conceited, fat, ugly simpleton! It's me!

He was...?

He's got...!

It's all...!

All that fortune-telling stuff was to rob you, Toad.

Ha! Simpleton. Fat head!

Well now, Mr Weasel. I'm going to tell you about YOUR future.

- Your own conceited fault. - Still, all's well that ends well.

You'd have missed all your treasures. It wouldn't be home without them.

- No. Only... - Only what, Toady?

Only I...

I would have liked to be Lord Toad of the River Bank.

What?

Oh, Toad!

♪ 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 turn to

♪ And which way to go

♪ To unwind your wondrous mind

♪ Wind in the Willows

♪ Take me there ♪