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When the willows say the softly to me Follow my voice wherever it leads

The mountains prevail to deep all and see

The buildings of the breeze

It was in fact only just autumn But the days had been heavy and dapper

Sometimes by the river the mist had hardly cleared all day

And the hedgerows looked sadly brown But under one of the ancient oak trees

A tree as old as the wood itself Amidst its roots

There was better cheer, a gleam of lamps The warmth of a fire in the hearth

And the conversation of friends

Yes on second thoughts badger I will have another cup of tea

Good, good. So you agree that whatever Arthur thinks

We really can't have fish in harvest festival decorations

Not real fish think how they'd smell

But I wonder if we had a fish shaped loaf

Like those in the shape of a stook of corn

Yes, if one of those would keep him happy

Excellent idea, Randy. Now talk to him about it

Talk and do whom? About what? There you go

Oh, told if only it's written, listen, we wouldn't have to say everything twice

Alright, never mind. What are you doing in the kitchen?

Doing, I'm not doing anything. I have to show it about, it's my restless energy, my questing mind

Yes, well try turning your questing mind to organizing the harvest festival

Who? Who? Who's there organizing in that?

My gardens will provide all the presentemums anyone could want and I'll

Give a couple of hampers from a London store. There you are, see you're done

The harvest festival toad is to celebrate the bounty of the river bank

The fields and hedgerows Not to display canned goods from foreign parts

Oh really, what a fuss. Hmm

Well then, Rat can bake his oat meal cakes

You can bake the same oat of his fruit cake

A mow can cook a gusbury pie again

I'm only trying to bring the whole thing up to date

And to avoid anything that might mean work

Why shame, Badger. Where is mow? He of the gusbury tart

He said if he'd hear an hour ago, indeed he did. Yes, I wondered that. Did you now? Yes, I did

Funny you didn't say anything. You usually do. Well, I am not one to push myself into other people's conversations

Oh, talk to you.

Tell good heavens I hardly say a word. In that case, I won't miss any jewels of wisdom if I go home. Oh, won't you?

I must go back, Badger. It gets dark early on days like this and I'd rather be out of the wild wood. Dark. Ooh.

Yes, yes. I'll still long with you if you don't mind, Ratty. Of course.

Not that I'm worried about the wild wood, Dark. I'm not told. Yes, Badger. I'll call in a mow. See why he didn't arrive. Yes, probably forgot.

Might have been baking a gusbury pie. Yes. Oh, and that reminds me. I must see if my harvest fruit cake is cool.

Harvest fruit cake? The same old harvest fruit cake. It wasn't the one, isn't the one on the marble slab in the kitchen, is it?

I seldom have two harvest fruit cakes told. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, told. You haven't told? What did you do in my kitchen?

Well, I didn't know it was the harvest. I mean, it only had one slice, but I'm not only meant to have one slice.

Whew, it's all he's stuffing, hasn't it? I'll wait for you outside, Ratty. Thanks awfully.

Hello.

Hello.

Ratty, that's you.

Is that you?

Oh, sure, I heard him.

Ah.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

I heard him.

Ah.

Mole?

I'm up here. I'm in bed.

In bed? I'm coming up.

Oh, no lights, no fire.

Oh, I do hope he's all right.

Whatever are you doing in the dark, Mole?

Oh, isn't dark, you see? Then, I couldn't be bothered.

So, how long have you been feeling of colour?

Late morning, I suppose.

So you've had no lunch?

Oh, couldn't face food, Ratty. Thank you.

Mm. And how are you now?

About the same. Very, um, clammy.

Well, I'm not going to leave you on your own, so...

Ratty, you don't want to stay here. You were home of your own.

Mole, I'm not going to leave you on your own.

And what's wrong with here? It's a very cozy place.

Or it will be once your fire's lit, but nothing.

Now, settle down and try and sleep.

I'll bring you a cup of wheat tea, then I'll settle down in your best chair.

You're very kind, Rat.

And if you want anything, sing out.

And don't worry, you'll be as right as rain by morning.

You think so? Of course I do.

Oh, no.

Ratty.

Ratty.

Ratty.

Ratty.

Ratty.

Oh, my gosh. Mole.

And it started yesterday morning, you say, Rat? What is it now?

You're enough for in the morning. Oh, just gone.

Mm. A mole. A mole.

Mm-hmm.

And you. Sorry, I was festival.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, never mind the harvest festival.

Listen, can you remember what you had for breakfast?

Mole?

Come along. Think. What did you have for breakfast?

Make a leg.

Mm-hmm.

And the mushroom picks a...

Well, what did you say?

What did you say, Rat?

I didn't catch it.

Mole. Mole?

What else with bacon and egg?

Pics and mushrooms.

Lovely. Hey.

Oh, ah!

Ratty, get to his kitchen quick.

See if there are any mushrooms there.

Oh, my goodness.

Yes, it's right away.

They look all right, Badger.

They look like mushrooms.

Yeah?

No, no, look.

See, this one...

Isn't it a mushroom?

No, no.

Look at the gills and the shape.

It's a mottled cap.

And are they...

Yes, Ratty.

Deadly poisonous.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Could he have been so...

Oh, oh, Mole.

Listen, there...

Isn't there anything we can do?

I... I don't know, Ratty.

Oh!

Yes, there is.

Get everyone.

Get everyone you can.

Get everyone, but...

It took me half past four in the morning.

We need all the help we can get.

If we're going to save him...

I'll go.

Get the first you rouse to call others.

Come back here.

Right.

And hurry, hurry.

Oh!

And as a result of eating it, Mole is very ill.

Very ill indeed.

He's not going to die, is he, sir?

That is something that we must prevent young Ernest.

Yes, sir.

But the model cap is a very poisonous tote store.

Not nice at all.

And the antidote, what I believe is an antidote,

told to my father, by his father, may not be easy to find.

We'll find it, Mr. Patrick.

Yes, yes, yes.

Very well then.

You must all pay attention.

Right, quiet, you youngsters, quiet!

No talking while you...

Yes, Chief.

Shut up.

Yes, Chief.

I shall need berries from the white beam.

Oh, I know where there was something.

Good.

And you and your friends.

Oh, my goodness.

Here comes the hero of the hour.

All right, all right.

Now where is everyone?

Ah, you're there.

Good.

You have no doubt heard that...

Toad.

Badger, you're already good.

Well, now...

Toad.

Can't ratty you.

Toad.

Yes?

When you be quiet.

Well...

And where have you been till now?

Where have I been?

Here I am, the crack of dawn.

Toad, do you want to save Moll's life?

Do I want to...

I...

Yes.

Of course I do.

Then listen.

Yes.

Ernest and his friends will bring the white beam berries.

I shall also need the berries from the butcher's broom

and a flower from a meadow saffron.

Mellow saffron.

Oh, butcher's broom and meadow saffron.

Yes.

Two plants of fever fuel, roots and all.

Yes, that's easy, yes.

Good.

But the vital ingredient is, my fear, far from easy.

M...

I say, what's fever for you?

Shh.

The vital ingredient is another fungus.

Oh.

It grows at the foot of trees, mostly beneath the beach.

And looks, if the hedgehogs will forgive me,

a little like one of them.

You mean round, with spines, Mr. Petra?

Exactly.

Like a purd and akinatum is its proper name,

and it is rare.

Rare?

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

And a beach cheese, badger.

Yeah.

Oh.

Many of those are the ones.

Me and my little look.

We'll all be very grateful.

Oh.

Oh.

Nah.

Why are you doing this for a river banker?

Oh, I don't know.

I suppose the straight fights one thing,

or bang on the head with a cudgel, but...

Poison.

Oh.

Come on.

Oh.

Come on, these men.

Come on.

Hey.

Hey.

What?

Come on.

Hey.

Hey.

What?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Come on.

This way.

Hurry.

Quick.

Quick.

Hurry.

We've got to find everything.

Oh.

Another fungus.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Hurry.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Hurry.

Hurry.

I wonder if this is it.

They all look alike to me.

I suppose this is a beach tree.

Yes, I can tell by the acorns.

Oh, ouch!

Ouch!

Stupid toadstools.

Stupid mushrooms.

Why can't they grow in proper places?

Oh, ruined my clothes.

Ah!

Ruined my best picnic basket.

Phew. Smells like old socks.

Hello?

It's time we got back.

Hello?

Oh, well, I can't wait any longer.

Moo, maybe...

Mm.

Oh! Oh!

Hey!

No!

No!

The fungus I need has not been found.

Oh, badger.

Then, Moo, I'm afraid so, Rad.

But what about the butcher's broom berries?

My lads found.

Aren't the white bean berries?

Well, thank you.

I'm afraid not.

Oh, I shall try.

I shall brew them up and make a decoction of this a fusion of that.

But without the fungus...

Hello!

Toad.

Phew! How easy!

How's Moole?

Oh, no.

He hasn't gone.

Not Moole.

Not yet.

Toad?

Not yet.

What's that toad?

Oh, well, this is what I've collected.

But what?

Which plants?

I don't know which plants.

Stupid, soggy, prickly smelly things I have.

Wouldn't love them in my garden.

Toad, toad, toad.

You are the stupidest creature I ever met.

Look at it. Look at that lot.

Beach must, moss, bits of grass, bits of twig.

You've just picked up everything inside.

You just don't care.

Do you? You just don't know.

What? Stop.

Shrat.

Don't. What is it?

Watch the batter, Mr. Badger.

Sure.

It has to be.

It is.

He's got it.

It's the fungus.

Oh.

Toad.

I can't get over the weasels helping, too.

I think even they have a soft spot for you, Mo.

Not.

One need hardly say that they'd ever admit it.

It's wonderful to see you smiling again, Mo.

I was beginning to think that we'd lost you.

I can't think I can have been so careless.

Of course you all say much trouble and worry.

Well, you don't imagine you'll make the same mistake twice.

Hey, Mo!

And like some people I could mention.

Oh, Badger, if it hadn't been for toad.

Hello.

Hello, toad.

Morning to you, toad.

I say, not still indoors, are you?

Good heavens.

There's a wonderful day out there.

Toad.

A ruddy tint of autumn on the sycamore.

Toad.

The bee, seeking the last supplies of nectar from the...

The elderberries.

Toad.

We've been in the great outdoors.

Oh, Badger and I were here at seven, getting moles a little breakfast.

Here it goes.

Seven.

Ooh, may I just sit down?

Please.

Well, toad.

What are you meant to be?

Um, meant to be?

The fancy dress.

The fancy dress?

Oh, this is my botanical equipment.

Botanical?

Oh, it means to do with plants, you know, from the Latin.

I know what it means, Toad.

I mean, what have you to do with botany?

And it's from the Greek?

Why do we botany?

Good heavens, Badger.

I have a natural talent for it.

Oh, I do one of the great collectors.

Oh, yes, they'll name plants after me.

I mean, who found the famous fantasy?

Who knew she was the botany day of the day?

Oh, by the way, you're a genius.

I'm shy and the shadows are in days long ago

Where people are members and stories unfold

With all of those details you have told me

And the world you just seem to know

Though you can turn to a rich way

To go to a wilder's world

In the them, they all must hate me

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