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The wind in the woods say the softly tune Follow my voice wherever it leads

Fromicy

My Regions

It was a perfect day.

A warm sun bathed the countryside, and the gentlest of breezes made everywhere fresh

and lively.

Reflections of leaves danced on the river's ripples.

Shadows of leaves played on the pathways of the wild wood.

And in the farmer's fields, wheat and oats and barley turned to a gleaming golden crop

of polished seedhens on varnished stems.

Badger, strolling along one of his favourite walks, felt the sun's warmth chasing the

aches and pains of colder days and his limbs.

Singing a quiet song, thinking quiet thoughts, he felt content.

What's that?

Where did that come from?

Oh, here's my bow.

Oh, sorry, sorry, Mr. Badger, sir.

I should hope so.

Looking for your bow, are you sunny?

Yes, sir.

Just there.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Badger.

Just a moment.

Why aren't you at school?

Please, Mr. Badger.

Can't have you hop in the wag, you know?

Lisa, I didn't know what that means.

You know exactly what I mean, hop in the wag, play in hooky, as your youngsters will have

it.

Stay in off school, won't do, Billy.

No, no, please, sir.

I'm not.

And telling fibs won't help.

I'm not, sir.

Only get you in deeper.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.

Ah, ah.

Do you bother me, Mr. Badger?

Yes, well, in my mind.

What I'm saying is tell the truth and go to school.

But I can't, sir.

Well, I can't tell the truth, sir, but I can't go to school, sir.

Because school is closed.

Closed?

Schools closed?

Please, sir.

Oh, more scribble.

Mrs. Gribble, sir, has had to go away.

Mrs. Gribble gone away.

Oh, yes, sir.

It's her mother, sir.

In rural ex-vids.

She's not at all where Mrs. Gribble's had to go and look after her, sir.

And the school's closed in, in finitly, sir.

In-fit?

Indefinitely.

Yes, sir.

That's right.

Indeforably.

I see, I see.

I won't do.

Can't have you young creatures doing without school?

Please, sir.

It's all right, sir.

No, it is not all right.

Oh.

Oh, I should consult my friends about this and we'll see what we can do.

Oh, oh, yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

Take your ball.

I'll take your ball.

Yes, sir.

Bye, Mr. Badger, sir.

No school.

No school.

Just won't do at all.

I quite agree, Badger.

It won't do.

What can we do about it?

Well, in the absence of Mrs. Gribble, there is only one thing we can do.

Teach them ourselves.

Teach them ourselves.

Good.

Have them, Spatger.

I don't think you need us, Badger.

You could do it all yourself.

An ancients, moral nonsense.

You're too modest by half.

Besides, I don't want my little place jam-packed with noisy youngsters.

Ah.

So, three or four here, three or four with you, three or four with rat.

It will work much better.

Hello.

It sounds like anybody home, Badger.

Ha-ha!

Hello.

Hello.

I said I didn't know you were all here.

I expect you're having a bit of refreshment at Shae Badger.

Uh-huh.

No, Toad.

Sorry.

Good.

All these thirsty work motion, you know, dust in the throat.

Ha-ha.

You see what I mean?

Am I to take it?

You'd like a cup of tea?

I see.

What a spiffing idea.

Oh.

I expect you'll insist on me having some of your fruitcake and the biscuit of the...

Badger.

Oh.

You're so overwhelmingly generous.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll see you.

No, Badger.

You stay there.

I'll get it.

Ha!

Ooh.

You're too kind, Mel.

Yes, he is.

I'd get it.

Only the journey's been a bit of a strain.

Really?

Ooh.

Yeah.

Youngsters all over the place playing about on the paths.

If my reactions weren't like lightning, if I wasn't a natural driver, woo-hoo.

Do-do-do, what's good into them?

Mrs. Grible.

Mm-hmm.

No, it was rabbits, mostly.

Badger means they're playing about him making a nuisance of themselves because Mrs.

Grible...

Mrs. Grible.

The school teacher.

Oh, that Mrs. Grible.

Mrs. Grible has gone after look after her sick mother and the school's closed.

Bye, Jew.

I bet that's why those young fellas are all over the place.

Please, I swear.

There we are.

Oh, jolly good.

Yes, Badger's been suggesting that we run a school for them.

So they don't get silly and empty-headed and bored.

No, why, what's he going to do?

We are going to give them lessons, Badger and Mole and I.

I say, what a jolly good idea.

You mean run a sort of school for them?

Yes.

My word, yes.

Oh, a school.

Whew.

There's all sorts of things I could teach them.

Hey, I could turn toed whore into a school.

Now look, Toad.

No, not a school.

Oh, no.

An academy.

Yes, toed whore, an academy for the children of gentle persons.

Hey, Toad, I...

Headmaster.

Oh, then it's...

Oh, the highmaster.

Yes, that's a bad better, isn't it?

Highmaster, Mr. Toad, M.A.

M.A.

Mottled animal.

Sorry?

Nothing.

We are merely toed going to take three or four youngsters each and pass on what little

learning we have.

Who, rubbish, no toed whore academy.

The finest school in England.

Yes, handy-doveens.

Tomorrow.

Oh, Toad.

Oh, Toad.

Oh, Toad.

Oh, Toad.

Oh, Toad.

You could...

So there was the Baron's army inside the walls of the great city with the huge gates locked

and bar.

Oh, locked and barred.

Oh, I'm outside.

It was the other army who just couldn't get in.

So what did they do?

They, er, they climbed over the walls, we smoked.

Their enemies pushed their ladders over.

They...

They bashed against it.

Couldn't get near enough for the arrows.

Please, sir, I don't know, sir.

They call for the tunnelers, the moles.

Oh,

the tunnelers!

Oh, c'mon.

Oh, c'mon.

And they dug right underneath the walls and blew them up with gunpowder.

Whoa!

Yeah!

Oh!

Oh!

And that's how my ancestors helped to beat the wicked Baron Ballet.

Hey!

Hey!

Right.

Now then.

Excuse me, Mr. Mole.

Hello, Willie.

What are you doing here?

Please, Mr. Mole.

Can I come to your lesson?

But, er, I thought you were with Mr. Toad.

Yes, sir.

But can I be with you?

Well, I suppose so.

Sit yourself down.

I'll tell you a bit more about knights and barons and battle.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

And then, after he'd won the Battle of Trafalgar, Columbus discovered America.

Please, Mr. Toad, it was Nelson.

Look, Georgina, I know who discovered America.

No, sir.

I mean, Nelson won the Battle of Trafalgar.

Oh, oh, oh.

That's what the silly old history books made say.

But I knew Columbus beat him easily.

Oh, because of your living.

Sir, will you stop interrupting young lady?

Never learn anything if you don't listen.

No, sir.

I won't.

Yes.

Now, there is an easy way to remember when Columbus discovered America.

A little rhyme.

I guess it goes in 1617.

Columbus sailed the ocean green.

Sir, what is it now?

It's ocean blue.

Ocean blue.

Ocean blue.

Don't be ridiculous.

That doesn't rhyme with 17.

No, sir.

It rhymes with 1492.

Well, I know that.

And it rhymes with there was an old woman who lived in a shoe as well.

But we're doing history not English literature.

That's tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

Now, where was it?

So, saying farewell to Charles II, Columbus and his faithful Vikings set sail in the Golden

High.

And weeks later, landed on the coast of America, not far from Sydney.

Eureka, he cried out as he saw the natives paddling up.

And long before then, even the Romans lived here about.

Oh, the Romans.

Oh, yes.

And they gave us many, many things.

They gave us laws to live by, and they gave us words.

Words.

Mr. Badger?

Yes, words.

Indeed, they did.

But, sir, we don't speak Roman, sir.

Well, we speak Latin, as they did.

Oh, bits of it.

What bits, Mr. Badger?

What bits?

Oh, lots of bits.

For instance, why are your lessons like the river?

Don't know, Mr. Badger.

Well, the list of your lessons, all the ones you have to do in a year, is called the curriculum.

And I bet you don't know what that means in Latin.

Well, lessons, sir.

No.

Teacher said.

No.

No.

It means a race, or sometimes a racing chariot.

Because you see, a racing chariot runs a race course.

And your lessons, a course of lessons, run for a year.

But the word that that word starts from is correary to run.

Q, r, q, run.

Oh, who can tell me another word that comes from correary?

Something else that runs.

Something you'll find in a river.

Oh, Mr. Badger, sir.

Oh, no.

Yes, young Otter.

I should have guessed, well, what runs in a river and comes from the Latin correary?

Sir, the current.

Quite right.

Well done.

The current.

Oh, got it.

So you see, your lessons, curriculum, and the current in the river, both come from correary.

And that's why your lessons are like the river.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

The Romans stayed in this country for hundreds and hundreds of years.

But they couldn't stay forever because things back at home in Italy weren't going too well.

So a rowing boat has lots of levers on it.

Didn't know that, did you?

Please, Mr. Rat, I can't see no levers.

I can't see any levers.

Oh, yes.

Well, I can't see them anyway.

No, I dare say you...

Yeah, hold on.

I thought you were in Mr. Toad's class.

Well, I was.

But I'm not now, sir.

Oh, why not?

Don't know, sir.

My brother was in Mr. Toad's class too, Mr. Rat.

But he's gone to Mr. Bow.

Oh, oh, I see.

Well, um, hmm.

Well, I'd better get on with the lesson.

Leave it.

That was it.

But now...

This is a lever.

It's an ore, Mr. Rat.

Yes, it's an ore, and an ore is a lever.

Now, you chaps in the boat do a bit of rowing.

Ah, not too fast.

Oh!

Now, you see, they put some force into one end to pull the ore back.

But because the ore's in the rolok, which acts as a...

What, Billy?

A fork?

Oh, sir.

Right.

As a fulcrum, the other end of the ore goes the other way,

pushes the water back and the boat forward.

So, it's a lever.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Yeah, leave it.

Yeah, leave it.

And why does the boat go forward when the water's pushed back by the ore?

Come on, eyes at Newton's Law, I told you ten minutes ago.

Because every force has an equal and opposite force.

Right, good.

Now, the other lever is the rudder.

You see...

Hello?

What do you want?

Please, Mr. Rat, can I come to your lesson?

Aren't you another from Mr. Toad's class?

Yes, sir!

Why aren't you there?

I was there, Mr. Rat, but he's doing chemistry.

Well, chemistry's very interesting.

Great fun.

Yes, sir.

Well, you go back to Mr. Toad's then.

I'd rather not, sir.

Oh.

All right, then.

Stay here for now if you can find any room.

I wonder what's going on.

Look here, what's going on?

I'll show you.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Toad.

Forty-two.

Forty-two?

What?

Forty-two.

A place of six-sevents.

Great score.

That was the last lesson.

Ooh, we're on to chemistry now.

Sorry, Mr. Toad.

And anyway, six-sevents are thirty-six.

Oh, any idiot knows that?

Yes, Mr. Toad.

They do.

Right.

Well, anyway, what I want to know is what's going on.

We are all the others.

Well, don't know, Mr. Toad.

Well, we're going down in my register as absent.

Yes, Mr. Toad.

And serve them right if they miss my chemistry lesson.

Oh, the Marvels of Science.

The Mysteries of the Miniscule.

Molluscule.

The thrill of the periodical tables.

Mr. Toad?

Yes, interrupt child.

Yes, chemistry is all around us.

Think of the ordinary water, or H2SO4, as we scientists call it.

Think of all those elements.

Oxygen.

Almuninium.

Almuninium.

A copper.

Think of spagdenum.

The nullium.

Tadium.

Where would we be without that?

Yes, Mr. Toad.

No mind, obtuse theories.

Today, I am going to demonstrate what happens when we're going to be able to see the world.

It happens when we combine...

Oh, the labels, one more.

When we combine this white powder with this, um, this medium hyperconjac, the green stuff

in the jar.

Beaker.

Now, where did I put my pirouette?

The measuring thing.

Ah, here it is.

Now, now then, a spoonful of that.

And a half cupful of that.

There.

Oh.

Ooh.

What a lot of bubbles.

Ooh.

Hey, Steve.

Bye, Joe.

That's a lot of stuff.

No.

No, young fella.

Pay attention to what happens when we eat this.

Heat is only bumps and burner.

Ooh.

That's...

That's...

That's...

Where am I?

Ah, I got the...

Stop!

Ooh.

It won't scare me.

Will I apply this?

Oh, Mr. Toad!

He is going to be alright, isn't he?

I think so, Mo.

I hope so.

Ah, foolish, foolish creature.

A little learnin' is a dangerous thing.

I think he's coming round.

Is it not?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Toad, Toad, are you alright?

Hm?

Alright.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I say I'm alright.

Hey.

What's that?

Toad, what are you saying?

No!

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

He's the various to the badger.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

He's not firework.

What?

Fireworks?

The world's finest tote.

I really don't know.

I'm a natural genius of the pyrotechnics, spectacular.

Oh.

I should be the world's greatest manufacturer of Mr. Toad's

fantastic fireworks.

Oh, fizzing, wooshy, and boomer.

It's the only thing.

No.

Toad.

Ow.

Ow.

Oh, no.

I still know you're dreaming you're dreaming you're dreaming you're sober and gone.

From sunshine and shadows and days long ago.

Where people are members and stars unfold.

We love the tales you have told me.

The men, the lovers you just seem to know.

Though you can turn to them, which way to go to a wild.

And you know you're dreaming you're sober.

When the big, big, bold, almost take me back.