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The wind in the woods, say the softly tune.

Follow my voice where everyone leads.

From mountains through valleys, to deep rolling seas.

Go home, the winds of the breeze.

November the 17th.

It is better week ago that my life was changed forever.

I see now that until it happened nothing that I had said or not or experienced had any meaning.

But it began quite differently at Badger's.

You have decided to be what?

Now Badger, don't start, don't start.

A film director.

A film director, a film producer, a film camera man, a machine, a short film maker.

It is not Stavard Nonsense, it is my destiny.

Oh dear, that is that way.

It does sound a little ambitious, Toad.

They would sound ambitious to you, Lothwood.

I mean, they say bottling runner beans ambitious to you.

Told.

Oh no, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

I mean, no, I...

But it is the only thing.

Yet another only thing.

The thing of the future, the moving image of our times.

The drama.

The joy.

The sadness.

The thrill and quiet ill.

The lives of life captured forever.

Forever, oh I captured forever with the excelsior cinematic camera.

Yes, thank you, Rettie, but that happens to be mine.

The brochure is not the word.

Oh, Toady, to be awfully expensive.

And it won't last.

Oh.

Oh, poo.

My mind?

But there is of it.

My mind is me.

I'm leaving for London today.

Oh, Toad.

You don't have to leave the river bank, do you?

We will see you again.

Oh no, I'm going to London to buy a camera.

A fool and his money are so important.

As your own father used to say, yes, thank you, Badger, thank you and good bye.

It was in London then that my life changed.

Having ordered the camera, I decided who fit for choice.

To visit a musical.

I love his up in the gallery.

The boy I love is with the mallet me.

There he is, come to see, waving his hand to cheer.

As merry as the robin that sings on a tree.

The boy I love is up in the gallery.

The boy I love is looking now at me.

There he is, come to see, waving his hand to cheer.

As merry as the robin that sings on a tree.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Cam, sir.

Want a cab, sir?

No.

Mmm.

Mmm.

I say, are you anything to do with this place?

Stage door keep us, sir.

Miss Deberville, the East Sheep Nightingale.

Yes, sir.

Is she, is she, is she, is she, bad?

Oh, bless you, sir.

Oh, no, me as I go. How's it go?

Oh. Oh, I see.

Yes. Thank you.

No, another of them.

Oh, deary, deary me.

So you reckon Toad doesn't look himself?

No, he's very soft, quiet, almost dreamy.

Perhaps he's thinking about his first motion picture.

No, Ratty, he isn't. That's the funny thing.

He seems to have lost interest in that before he's even started.

Well, that's even quicker than usual.

I think most of his crazies managed to see the week out.

Yes. All the same. There's something wrong.

I said, Toad, when did you get back?

Mmm.

Oh. Oh, sorry, Badger. Sorry.

When? A thousand years ago?

What?

Was it about ten seconds?

Um, Toad.

Time has no meaning for me anymore.

Look, I've had Toad and have a cream cake and tell me what's the matter.

Cream cake. Oh, cream cake. No. Mmm.

There's no room in this little life for cream cakes.

My job was to mow for it.

What I yearn for is food for the heart.

Food for the...

And... and... and... and... and Toad?

I... I know this is a foolish sort of question, but you're not...

You're not in love, are you?

Uh...

Oh, Badger. How did you know?

Oh, no.

In love?

I'm afraid so, Ratty. With someone else.

Sorry, Ratty.

Well, I mean, he's been in love with himself for years.

Oh, Ratty.

No, no. No, I feel so sorry for him.

So... who's the lucky girl?

He hasn't said just that she's the most wonderful person in the world.

Yes, well, she would be. Best car, best camera, best house, best brains, best sweetheart.

I suppose so.

Still, at least it's cheaper than cinematography, especially if he's cut out the cream cakes.

No, no, no, no, no.

That's not kind.

No, no, I'm sorry.

But... but... but... but... but... but...

Poch.

Oh, what words can I say about the lucky?

Who's skiing me so totally?

I'm spotty.

Whose beauty is driving me, Pocky?

Good lucky, oh, lucky, oh, lucky.

I'm worried to hear from the gallery.

And she sang a song that was just for me.

How long was I wait again to sing?

My lucky, my lucky, my lucky.

Look out!

Come singing up in Mr. Toads.

Does she ever know just how I feel?

Yeah, well off the road.

My passage the song would milk on steel.

Great!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh, yeah, Mr. Toads, roses, must be we.

And you were very lucky to get away with cuts and bruises.

Oh, badge, I really doesn't matter.

Doesn't?

Well, your car's in a far worse state than you are.

Only a car.

And a very expensive car?

That will need very expensive work doing on it.

Because money, things, food.

They're all part of my past, Badger.

I don't care who to buy them now.

I care only for one thing.

Lottie Durbaville.

Lottie Durbaville.

So that's her name.

Her name that nestles in the rose band.

A name like...

Whoops!

Like red jocks in a crystal pool.

And does the lady reciprocate?

Oh, Badger.

Well, well, what does that mean?

Does she return your advances?

Does she like you?

Oh, dear.

My dear, Badger, I haven't actually met her.

You haven't met her?

And my her.

Love her from afar.

Yeah, I see.

But she doesn't know of your existence.

I didn't say that, Badger.

Of course she knows of my existence, I mean.

Heaven's badger, she sang to me.

She sang to you.

Mm.

And boy, I love is up in the gallery.

What?

Boy, I love is looking down at me.

Told.

Why am I getting this musical song?

Badger, that's what she sang to me.

You're the musical.

I was the boy in the gallery.

I weighed my hand-cutty at her.

And how many other boys were in the gallery?

How many others waved their hand-cutchis?

I don't know how many boys.

I don't know how many.

I do know is that I have dedicated my life to her.

That I am hers, forever.

And that one day, one rapturous day, she will be mine.

I see.

And the lady's name again was...

Oh, that name, it is Heaven to pronounce.

And it is?

Name like the Sparena Breeze in the Aspen Tree.

Lottie.

Whispers in the door.

Ah!

Lottie.

Oh.

Deberville, Deberville.

Thank you.

My goodness, what a splendid name.

Yes, it would be a bit of a come-down if she married him, wouldn't it?

Lottie Toad.

Oh, dear.

I say you don't think it'll come to that.

Well, Badger says he's got it terribly bad.

Oh, my word, I nearly forgot.

He's gone to London with him.

What?

Gone to London with whom?

Oh, yes.

Sorry.

Toad said he was off to get another glimpse of his beloved,

and Badger's gone with him.

Badger!

He's in London.

He hates the place.

Yes, I know, but he said something about needs must when the devil drives.

Oh, dear.

I said Toad's driving was near enough, but he persuaded him to take him just the same.

But whatever for?

Well, I'd like to ask, but I think it might be something to do with Toad's romance.

Oh.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

Boy, I love the immagulary.

Boy, I love hooking down at me.

Oh, Lottie.

Lottie.

Boy, I love hooking down at me.

Oh, my, my, my.

You still waiting to see Miss Durbum, you know, sir?

Hey.

Oh, yes.

Badger, I am.

Oh, gone, sir.

Cotton?

The show's moved on to Oxford, sir.

Dilembra.

Oh, no.

Right, sir.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Of the journey?

Of that journey?

I will say little, except that I don't know which is worse.

Toad in a frenzy?

Well, Toad in a dream.

Oh, dear.

Still by some miracle we arrived in London in that wreck of a car of his.

And while Toad went off to find his Lottie, I tried to discover something about her.

It's just a very, very, very early days, but it brought its reward.

Well, do go home, Badger.

Do tell us?

Yes, Badger.

Do.

Well, let me say, first of all, that Miss Lottie, Durbaville, is a thoroughly nice, thoroughly respectable woman.

Oh.

Ah.

But there are things about her that Toad will have to be told.

Badger, I am really not interested.

Who full of the love I bear for my lottie, news?

You better listen, Toad. Better be brave.

Better...

Brave?

Well, I was in London, Toad.

I discovered some interest in facts about Miss Lottie Derbaville.

Oh.

Oh, really?

To begin with, she is not Lottie Derbaville.

Yeah?

She is Lettie's pomfort.

Lettie's pomfort.

She is nothing of a sort.

Her real name, Toad, is Lettie's pomfort.

But she's an artist not a side salad?

Mmm.

Be a pity, Toad. If having adored the singer, you despise the woman.

No, no, no, I don't just...

Because she's a perfectly nice individual.

Heaven's badge. I know that.

She's exquisite.

She's a pearl of dew and the morning primrose.

And a mother of four.

And a mother of what?

A mother of four.

But she can't, I mean...

A mother of four what?

Children, I wouldn't be surprised.

Very funny, right? Very, very...

No, magic, can't be true.

Perfectly true. I'm afraid, Toad.

She is married to a tightrope walker.

A tightrope walker.

One up on you, Toad. What?

Why?

Well, he's got a double-barreled name.

Oh, Rettie.

Oh, yes, sir. Sorry.

Sorry, Toad.

Lottie.

My lottie.

The light of my life.

Lottie.

Lottie.

Lottie.

Lottie.

Told you to a rope.

Oh, Toadie. Don't be so upset.

Don't be upset.

Don't be upset.

I'll take a look at all that running birds

and spending money on flowers.

You wouldn't understand, though.

My life is no meaning anymore.

I cannot live without her.

Sir, I shall not live.

Oh, dear.

This is awful.

Not one of his best performances.

No.

I shall leave this place.

Toad?

No.

Leave it forever.

I shall build myself a lonely heart on the remotest island.

And there, for an altar to the love I thought I had won.

I'll end my dish.

Look here, Toad.

No.

They're ready.

This way, Jen, will not change my mind.

Changing in my love.

And in my rhythm.

Oh, Dradhose!

Who comes to vex my sadness?

I'll go and see, Toad.

That's quite good.

Who comes to vex my sadness

that my lot is gone for, I.

Who drives me near to madness.

Yes, yes, good, good.

From my bosom, tears, the cries.

And some packages for you, Toad.

It's some packages for you, Toad.

What, really?

They seem to be from the

Excelsior Moving Picture Camera Company.

The Excelsior...

Oh, my camera!

Hey, my camera!

Come on, I'll tell you.

Good.

What happened to the remotest island?

Look at the pie!

No!

Now I'll show you.

But, Toady, what about Lottie?

What? Oh, she'll get over it.

Anyway, I can't waste time going to Blitting Theatre, can I?

I mean, I should be a famous filmmaker.

I mean, to say, oh, it's the only thing.

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 and tears in torrents knew,

who was it said there's land ahead, Mr. Toad?

The land ahead, Mr. Toad!

The world has held great heroes, as his people said to you.

But never a name went down to fame compared with that of Toad.

Intelligent Mr. Toad!

I'm encouraging Mr. Toad.