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

From mountains through valleys to deep rolling seas

The golden bones of the breeze

Autumn had arrived, the mornings were misty-er, the leaves more golden

The blackberries ripe on the brambles hanging branches

For the river bankers, the feeling the first hint of a long-cold winter

It was time to harvest and store

And anyone who knew Mo well could have told you that the thin skein of smoke above his home meant just one thing

Jan

Oh dear, what a mess

Hello Mo, oh, oh, oh, oh, good heavens

Your kitchen's in nearly as bad as date as mine

Oh, rat, your kitchen's always tidy

Oh, oh, not this morning, sugar everywhere

For you

Ooh, damizens

And I'll have some black-current jam for you if you hang on a bit

Hanging on is what I had in mind, and drinking a cup of tea

And eating one of Mr. Mo's famous homemade scones

Oh, good, then I can eat one too

I think I'll forget jam making for today

I'll get cleaned up and make us some eleventzes

I'll tell you what, Mo, it's a nice day, so why don't we have our, well, your tea and scones

And wander off to batches, hey? Haven't seen him for ten days or more

That's a lovely idea, let's

And he said he couldn't be bothered

Couldn't be bothered

Said he couldn't see the point in preserving the bounties of nature

When he could just pop into London and buy a hamper full of them

Yes, that's just told, badger, I can hear him saying it

Uh, didn't stop him except in my jar of salted runner beans, mind you

I wish I could, wish you could what, Mo Lee?

Wish I could pop into London and buy a hamper

I never thought to hear you say that, Mo

Our own fields and hedgerows are full of the riches of summer

You can't turn your back on such providence?

No, no no

I, I know you're right, badger, of course I do

It's just that I'm tired of stoning and stalking and washing

And I'm tired of all of being sticky

I suppose I know what you mean

What's the joke, badger?

Yeah, I was just thinking that I don't want to see another runner bean this side of Christmas

Ah, but don't tell toad, I said that

No.

How absolutely spiffing of you!

I love dabbs and soves, and I adore black current jam.

Well, they are your damsons, Toad.

Are they?

And your black current.

Good heavens, you don't say so.

You've got the finest fruit garden in the whole of river bank Toad.

I say, that's awfully nice of you to say so.

It's all right, Toad.

It's only because you're the only one with the garden.

Oh, I see.

Oh, I see.

You really shouldn't let so much go to waste, Toad, you know?

Oh, no, not you as well.

Badger was at merely yesterday.

Oh, brawls and so many so.

Oh, a round of arms and eggs, well, and veals.

Oh, it caught me a waste roll.

Just because I was going to get a tiny little hamper of goodies to see me through the winter.

One tiny hamper toad to see you through the winter.

Well, not literally one.

Not literally tiny, either, I bet.

Yes, yes. All right. Thank you. Ready?

Good heavens, Toad. Was that four o'clock?

Um, yes. I must be off. I've lots to do.

Me too. I haven't even thought of what to do about dinner.

Oh, just open a hamper, I'll do.

Yes, there you are. It is a good idea.

Oh, I see.

Oh, oh, oh.

Bye, Toad. Bye, Toad.

Goodbye, you chaps and thanks, Moose, awfully, for the damnsons and the jam.

I expect they will be quite nice.

Toad, you are too gracious.

Am I too gracious?

No, I didn't think so.

I did say they will be quite nice.

In fact, I think I'll have some jam now on my piece of toast.

Or two pieces of toast. To start with.

And a read of my country gentleman's magazine.

I wonder if they've mentioned me this week.

Oh, bother, bother and blow. I'm not eating it again.

Oh, there it is.

Amaze your friend.

Hello.

Amaze your friend with this home accounting device,

especially imported by us from the United States,

already medical.

Oh, yeah.

Similar to the machinery that provided

Commander Robert Alken Scott's team with fresh food in the frozen south.

But adapted to the domestic situation.

Commander Scott, eh?

Mm.

Enjoy nature's providence in the depths of winter.

Preserve your home-grown fruit and vegetables for years.

Why?

You?

That just sold me running beans in that place.

Oh, my dinner guests could not believe I had not that very afternoon picked the asparagus for my own garden.

Lady Augustine Cholmunde-Smaie.

Ha ha ha!

That's it. I'll show them preserving. I'll show them nature's providence.

A canning machine. It's the only thing.

Ha ha ha!

I shall drive down to London tomorrow and get one.

Whose the dress? Whose the address?

Oh!

You have bought what?

The buffalo-paintant canning machine.

Canning?

For putting things in cans.

In tins. A tinning machine.

No, no. It's specially imported from America.

The buffalo-paint-canning machine.

There are times told when you amaze me.

Ha ha ha!

Exactly. It said it would.

What?

Amaze your friends. It said. You know, it said it. And I out.

I told am amaze by your full-hardy profligacy

and your total unthinking addiction to googos, gadgets and gimcracks.

You googos, gadgets and gimcracks.

Yeah. What on earth do you want it for?

What do I...

What do I... Oh!

My dear bed. You're the one who said I should be storing the bountiful harvies

on the hedge, bro. You said I should be making the most of the

providence of a nature. Well, I am.

Why couldn't you just make jam or bottle your damsons?

Or salt your runner beans?

Yeah, salt him, brother.

Poop, poop, poop, poop.

What?

It's so well fashioned, major. So unscientific.

Do you know my machine is similar to the one used to preserve the food,

Commander Scott. Dr. the Antarctic.

How similar?

Well, it cans the food.

Like any other tinning machine.

Canning machine.

Ha ha!

Oh, well, I suppose it's too late now to stop your throwing your money away.

What are you going to tin?

Can.

Hmm.

Taking care of them all.

I thought you'd given all your fruit and vegetables away.

I've got some beautiful asparagus tip.

Some wonderful broccoli.

It's squizzy to peaches.

Oh, delight.

A moment told a moment.

Where have you grown all the...

Oh, well, I think...

What'd you say?

I said I haven't actually grown a them.

Then, well...

I bought them.

Bought them?

Yes.

First class produce from the finest store in London.

Are you trying to tell me that you've given all your fruit and vegetables away

because you're too lazy to be bothered with them?

Then bought this ridiculous tinning machine?

I mean, a canning machine.

And had to buy the stuff to put in it?

Well...

Ah, yeah.

Yes.

Yes, if it's any of your business, I have.

And it'll be the best preserved fruit and vegetables in the whole of the riverbank.

So poo to black garan jam, poo to the soldied run of beads, and jolly well poo to you.

Holy cow.

Holy cow.

Holy cow.

Holy cow.

Where's the...

Where's the cap?

Oh, Mr. Wretchedie Gestapp.

My fingers.

Ah, there it is now.

Oh, just read my comment on the matches.

Oh, matches matches.

Oh, there they are.

Oh, come on.

Oh, this right on the...

Oh!

Oh!

Cupid, stupid, stupid thing.

So you see, all you do is put the food into the empty can.

I say toad.

Have you...

Just a minute, just a minute, please.

I know you won't understand it right away, but I can't answer questions, you see, at the moment.

Yes, but I'm sure, Bready, please.

Oh, I give up.

Thank you.

There.

Now I take the lid, thus.

Place it on top of the can, thus.

And insert it into the ceiling, chamber, the...

Look, toad, up then, when I turn the handle, the can is revoked while liquid soda from the reservoir.

Here.

Oh!

Oh!

Is the liquid sold a hot, toad?

Hey, of course it's hot, you stupid crinkly.

It's surely will burn my wretched fingers.

Oh, dear.

Oh, you're laughing.

No, toad, no.

Really, I'm not.

Hmm.

And what happens when you turn the handle, toad?

Hey.

Oh!

Yeah, well, the can is revoked in the ceiling chamber, and the molten soda flows onto the rim of the can.

Look, look.

Oh, thank goodness.

There.

Hmm.

Don't.

You sad.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Yes, Mo.

The solder is hot.

Yes, thank you, Rhettie.

Now, any questions?

Did you blanch the vegetables?

I beg your pardon?

Did you blanch the vegetables?

No, what does that call to do with canning?

Heh.

What's blanching?

Did you plange the vegetables into boiling water before you put them in the tin?

Can.

No, of course I didn't know I'm canning them, not cookie.

You remember?

I have to kill the germs.

Germs?

What?

Germs?

The germs on the vegetables.

Germs?

On my vegetables?

There must be silly, Rhettie.

They are from Dibbokok and Watale.

The finest green roses in the old of London.

I don't care if they're from Buckingham Palace, they'll still have germs on them.

They'll rot.

It'll be awful.

Nods.

Rhettie's right toad.

That's why I washed my jars with boiling water before I put the jam in.

And why I baked my dansam.

And why badger uses salt?

It's to kill the germs.

But you are using old fashioned arrays.

This is science.

This is technology.

They'll go bad in the tin.

Canoes.

Rush.

You don't suppose Commander Scott took a rotten food with him, do you?

What did it say in the instruction book?

Oh, no, they don't bother with that.

Oh, no, I understand these things.

I have quite a leaning to science.

It'll be more of a falling over than a leaning toad.

Oh, I know what it is.

What is toad?

I know why you're saying all these things.

We're saying them because we don't want all this expensive food to go bad.

That's what you say, but I know.

Jealousy.

What?

No, no, no, no.

I don't blame you.

It's a natural reaction, but...

Your jealous of my having the latest scientific equipment while you...

Futile about with your jars and your salt and your sugar.

Oh, toad.

Well, if that's what you think, I'm going.

And I'll come with you, Ratty.

You ate until you tried my cans of food and then you'll change your tutors way and see.

Well, I don't think we ought to go at all.

It'll only encourage him.

Oh, Ratty.

Toad will be very hurt and serve him right.

Anyway, what about us?

Jealous of his modern technology, he said we were.

You may have forgotten that, but I haven't.

I haven't forgotten, Ratty.

But Toad doesn't mean half of what he says.

It's true.

There's not much that's worth listening to in the other half.

Well, there you are then.

But he is our friend and a river banker.

And we may not be together for very much longer.

If the railway comes through.

Oh, I suppose so.

But listen to it.

Cordially invited to an exquisite repasse.

And he can't spell exquisite.

Exquisite repasse to celebrate the finest achievements of the food preservers art.

Very modest.

Typical toad.

I mean, say he's only had the stuff in the cans for a month.

Bless.

He said it would last forever.

My dear Rat, for toad to have waited for anything for three weeks is a small.

So I think we have to celebrate this extraordinary outburst of patience by honoring toad hall with our presence.

Oh, right.

Oh, good.

Mind you.

I think I shall take some simple precautions in the way of alternatives.

Well, I must say, I thought the cold can some.

It was very possible.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

I got the distinct feeling that it was hot, consomme, that had gone cold.

By accident.

Yes.

Ah.

Ah.

What, Mo?

I was just thinking that the soup course was so long ago that I've always forgot what it tasted like.

Yes, yes.

I wonder if I'm going to have to wait.

Oh, Jack.

Much longer.

From the sound of things rat.

Yes.

Ha ha.

Or perhaps not.

Oh, thank goodness he's coming.

Oh, here we are.

Toad.

Well, come back.

It wasn't that long, was I?

Oh, heavens.

No.

Yes.

Anyway, here we are.

The main course.

The, erm, the, erm...

About that's not the important part.

What will this town do?

What will convert the unbeliever?

Er, ready?

To the wonders of the buffalo-paid and canning machine will be the...

Vegetable.

Yes, where are the vegetables, Toad?

Where are the...

Well, they're in the tin.

Erm, the cans.

Oh, they...

I shall open them in your prison.

Unless you should suspect that I pick them fresh from the garden this very afternoon.

I shall heat them over the spirit lamp and allow you to savour the finest achievements of the food presenters' art.

Oh, erm...

Yes, yes, erm, erm, yes.

Now where's the tin...

Where's the can opener?

Oh, here we are.

I hope those tins are sound, Toad.

Sound, of course they sound.

Erm, some of them look distinctly bulgy.

No worse than their own, no badger.

I heard that.

There's nothing wrong with my tin with my cans.

Erm...

Yes, you can...

Erm...

As much as you like.

You'll see.

Now I thought I'd make a little speech.

No speech.

Oh, all right.

If that's the way you feel.

We feel hungry, Toad.

Oh, yes, well...

This is a significant moment in the history of the riverbank.

A moment to treasure in the memory.

The opening of the first can of Toad Hall, Brockley Tucks.

A moment that will leave the great name of Toad covered in glory.

Aah!

What a stin!

Toad, I warned you.

Oh, I can't understand it.

I told you about the germs.

Toad!

Oh, to...

To...

No, no, no, no, no.

It's a charge in a thousand loomish units, but...

That's better. I'll be cleaned up and no...

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, dear.

This is too much.

No, no, no, wait.

There's a fresh coal cellard at my house.

Red, rock, rock, go!

Yes, please, Pigeon!

Oh!

Hey, I...

I say...

Look here.

Come back.

This locks more, Eila.

I look for the asparagus!

Oh!

Oh, no!

Oh, bad!

Yeah!

Skingy, a dream, and silver and gold.

From sunshine and shadows and days long ago.

Where people, our members, and stars unfold.

When love, the tales you have taught me.

When men, the will of you, just seem to know.

Oh, you can turn to an inch way to go.

To a wide, drawn, wide, small.

When men, the will of you, will of you, just seem to know.