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The wind in the woods says softly to you.

Follow my voice wherever it leads

From mountains through valleys

To deep old land seas

Border and bones of the breeze

September the 27th

Water deeply tragic week this is been

Poor great aunt Augusta caught in a shower

Watching a ladies' tennis tournament of Wimbledon

Developed a fever from which she never recovered

Guy could take little comfort from being informed

That she had in her will

Left me her piano

It's the only thing

It's the only thing

While I dance

This is jolly hard.

Oh, my legs.

Ooh.

I'd show.

However did poor old great aunt or gusty ever manage that?

Probably.

That's what dinner in.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it.

Oh, say it is quite quite wonderful.

Oh, say it is quite quite wonderful.

I know the new icon.

I can play the jolly opiate as well, but much better than ready.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

You are having what?

P.R.

Noo.

Less odds.

Beggier.

P.R.

Noo.

Less odds.

From home?

From home?

Are you having these?

Piano lessons, yes.

Yes, I know.

It's a professor.

A professor?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it's a professor.

Oblimovski.

I say.

It's Russian.

I thought he might be.

He's in London at the academy.

Which academy?

Which academy?

Well, the academy of piano lessons, of course.

Never heard of it.

Well, I don't suppose even you have heard of everything.

No.

True.

True.

Anyway, what?

When do you have them?

What?

The lessons.

Look, I do wish...

twice a week.

Hmm.

Look, the thing is...

Which days?

Never mind which days.

Never mind.

Where never mind whom?

I think he's trying to tell us something, Rettie.

Who-hoo!

Of course I'm trying to tell you something.

If only you stop asking questions.

I tell you what it is.

No.

Ha-ha-ha!

Oh!

Tilly, all right.

Yes, wash my legs.

Oh.

It's different blue blazes.

Oh, dear.

What have you been doing?

Oh.

Well, I've been peddling...

The old bicycle.

Hmm.

Have I?

I thought you'd give them that up.

Well, you thought wrong, didn't you?

I'd like to keep fit.

That's all.

Bicycle and piano lessons.

Hmm.

My word.

Anyway, what?

There you go again.

More questions.

Now you want to know what?

What?

What?

What?

What is it you're trying to tell us?

We can't wait to hear.

But we are.

I am going to give a recital.

On the bicycle or the piano.

On the...

Ha-ha-ha!

On the piano!

I goodness me, Toad.

Already?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Professor Antonoff says that I am remarkably quick and talented student.

I thought you said his name was Oblamov.

Ski.

Oblamov?

Ski.

Ski.

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

Professor Antonoff Oblamov.

Ski.

That's his name.

Yes.

And he has a few others just in case that I might refer to him by.

I mean, lots of names.

You know, he's racking, russing, you see.

Yes.

So when is it?

When is what?

When is the recital?

Oh, ah, yes.

Ah!

Who?

A wicked excuse to you in Toad Hall and you're all invited.

I'm sure we'd love to come.

Oh, yes.

Good.

I shall have had enough practice by then.

You see in my legs.

Uh, by my...

My fingers.

Fingers will be at full strength.

Oh, yes.

Pling.

Pling.

Lately, lately.

Yum, lately.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Blow the dressy thing out.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh.

I'm never going to be able to work the thing out.

How can I give a recital?

Oh.

Yeah, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

The bicycle, the bicycle, yes!

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, ow, ow, ow.

Oh, ow, ow.

You're a bit spammer.

You're a bit stupid spammer.

You should have got a decent set from London.

Hmm.

Oh, well, still that should work.

Oh, yes, quite ingenious.

In fact, it's totally ingenious.

Well, brilliant, really.

Yes, I think I might paint it when I got a moment.

Could revolutionize the piano industry.

Yes, Mr. Toad's patent piano.

Hmm.

Yes.

Oh, oh, oh.

By you.

Now, all I need is someone with a good pair of legs.

But I keep telling you, Mr. Toad, I can't ride a bicycle.

And I keep telling you, you don't have to.

You only have to pedal it.

While you steer.

Yes, while I...

No, no, not while I...

The bicycle isn't going anywhere.

Oh, so I don't need to pedal it.

Yes, yes, you do need...

Oh.

Oh.

Look.

Oh, ouch.

Oh.

Now look what you...

Oh.

Listen.

Yes, Mr. Toad.

The bicycle will be stationary.

Fixed.

Still.

Stopped.

Not going anywhere, is he?

Yes, Mr. Toad.

Good.

And you will be pedaling it.

You will be pedaling it.

You will be pedaling it because I shall be using the power of the bicycle to drive something else.

Oh, I see, Mr. Toad.

Oh, that's really clever.

At last.

Well, I thought so.

What will it be driving, Mr. Toad?

It will be driving a piano.

The...

The piano, Mr. Toad.

Exactly.

And where will the piano be going, Mr. Toad?

It's...

Look, Billy, do you want to own a shilling or do you not want to own a shilling?

No, I do, Mr. Toad.

I do.

Only...

Only...

Wouldn't it be better if Mr. Rat or Mr. Mowb?

No.

No, absolutely not.

Look, they mustn't do anything about it or, Mr. Bat...

Especially Mr. Badger.

No, it's...

It's a joke.

See?

Right?

Yes, Mr. Toad.

In any case, I choose you because you're a jolly good little runner.

I mean, you did win the paper chase, didn't you?

The one where you cheated, Mr. Toad?

You'd better come and have a look.

Yes, Mr. Toad.

Right, Mr. Toad.

Well, well, well...

Whatever is Mr. Toad up to now.

He's having a little joke, Chee.

Oh, for how?

Oh, Chee, I said he was Chee, which is why I know he ain't.

See?

No, Chee, Mr. Magger Brain.

The wheel.

Oh, hey.

You are Chee, going to have a little joke.

Hahaha.

Once I find out what's going on.

Now, come on.

Chee.

Hahaha.

Shh.

Now then, Billy, just get the roll of it into the...

Hahaha.

Stop, stop, stop.

Are you all right, Mr. Toad?

No, I am not all right.

You've just got my finger calling the works.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Toad.

Look, you must not peddle until I tell you.

Do you understand?

Yes, Mr. Toad.

I must not peddle and deal.

Yes, yes, all right.

Now, I should announce the piece of music I am going to play.

Right?

And now, my Lord's Ladies and Gentlemen,

I would like to continue my recital with the Dance of the Arts by Ponsielli.

Then I should return to the pianist's dew, stamp my foot twice, like that,

and that's when you peddle.

Now, have you got that?

Yes, sir.

I think so, sir.

And now, my Lord's Ladies and Gentlemen...

Yes, yes, yes.

Look, we won't bother with that bit.

Just listen for the thought.

Do stamps, peddle.

Yes, Mr. Toad.

Good. We'll try it.

My Lord's Ladies and Gentlemen...

I thought you had bothering with that bit, sir.

You are not bothering with that bit.

I am bothering with that bit.

Oh.

Dance of the hours, Ponsielli.

Back to seat stamps, then.

Yes, faster please, Billy.

Billy, faster, it's too slow.

Pitter, faster.

Billy!

Yes, Mr. Toad!

Pitter, faster!

Pitter, faster!

Can't you hear you?

Stop, stop, stop, Pitter!

Is something wrong, Mr. Toad?

I started when...

Yes, yes.

That was all right, but you'll have to peddle faster.

Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Toad.

Not that fast, Billy.

Billy, it's so fast!

Stop, Pitter, Lick!

Oh dear, oh dear.

I wonder if it's...

I wonder if it's all worth it.

Too fast, Mr. Toad.

Too fast.

Much too fast.

Hey, ho.

We'll try again.

You love it.

I don't know, Chief.

Well, shut up then, yes, Chief.

Was it funny, Chief?

Of course it was funny, Megatron.

It was funny because it was the Idiot Toad.

Oh, what was he doing, Chief?

He was preparing a con.

A con, Chief.

Yes.

He's given a penanorist, so I always missed a toad.

He's pretending to be a penanorist.

A penanorist?

Well, that is a fiddle.

Oh, hehehe.

People all see it.

It's not a penanor, they...

Well, they...

What?

If it's playing the fiddle...

Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it.

To you, louse-brained weevil.

Oh, heck.

Well, Mr. Toad, if you can play the banana...

I can play the banana.

No.

Have to eat my words more.

Quite remarkable.

Doesn't it? Wonderful.

Can't understand it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's too kind.

Too kind, thank you.

And now...

Thank you.

Now, if you private moments...

But I compose myself for my next humble offering.

What's that innado?

I suppose he just wants a little peace and quiet.

Must be an awful strain.

Hmm.

Come on, Mr. Toad.

Adar, my lord, the ladies and gentlemen.

I should like to continue my little entertainment with...

The Dance of the Isles by Ponschielli.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You are Music.

idea.

punch.

she.

Day

Oh, that's...

That's...

That's...

What?

Oh, Cal, you idiot Billy, what is it you're doing?

It's not me, Mr. Toad.

Of course, yes you have completed it Billy.

You... you've... and you should...

Ah!

You!

Evening, Mr. Toad. Evening, old.

Nah.

Has anyone got any special requests?

I...

Nah!

No!

No!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

You wanted you, Billy!

You've read her!

Oh, D'Rato!

Double drag!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

The clever man that Oxford knew all this to be knew,

but none of them knew half as much as intelligent Mr. Toad.

The animals that hid in the arms, it is in torrents of note.

Who was it said there's land ahead?

Mr. Toad.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Well, there's hell-bladed heroes as his people said for you.

Every day went down to fame, compared with that of Toad.

Intelligent Mr. Toad.

Toad!