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When the world says self-tune Follow my voice wherever it leads

The mountains prevail, to deep all their seeds

The golden bones of the breeze are the breeze

Autumn hung over the land in a soft, warm haze

On the fringes of the wildwood, golden grasses gleamed in the slanted sunlight

Against the blackness of the unlit beaches

Cow parsley fattened its seeds in the years laid warmth

And in five acre meadow, the yellows and blues of spring and summer

Had given way to the serious purple of the Thistleflower

Under the willow branches, the river flowed heavily before the winter storms

Roused it to a race, and everywhere thoughts reached ahead to the cold that was to come

Good heavens, it was the pirates!

The pirates?

What have you found, Mo? What do you mean?

It was the pirates.

I'm sorry, I was looking through Badger's scrapbook

And the very first one in the village hoip, brand new then, was the pirates of Penn's Ants

Let me have a look, Mo.

Ah, now that I do remember.

I'd been to see the original production at the Opera comic in London

And we fondly imagined we could do it better here.

We, Badger?

Your dear father and I told.

Here he is in the program, Major General Stanley.

Mr. Töl, he was splendid. Splendid.

Well, of course he was.

Oh, we tell them he could sing.

Yeah? What?

I said you mind.

How long ago was that then, Mo?

Uh, where was he, 1885?

800, that's so fun.

Plus.

Twenty-five, Badger. It was twenty-five years ago.

Good heavens, so long.

And have you done a show every year since Badger?

Well, yes.

I suppose I have.

Badger than this year will be your twenty-fifth.

Twenty-fifth.

Oh, by Joe Badger, that's it.

That's what we'll do. The pirates of Penn's Ants.

Oh, well, uh...

I say what a spiffing idea.

Yes, Badger, to celebrate.

To mark the twenty-fifth year of your productions.

Oh, no, no.

It's a tall order.

There would be time, Badger.

And an outdoor performance in the grounds of Toad Hall

would be a memory to see us through the winter.

Oh, it's so much work, Ratty.

So much work.

But worth it.

Badger, yes.

Come on, Badger. I'll rehearse the chorus.

Say yes.

No.

Very well then.

Yes.

I can paint the scenery.

Yeah, I wonder which part I should play.

What's that told?

Well, you see, if it's the pirates of Penn's Ants,

I really ought to play the pirate king.

Well, then my father, you say, was the Major General, so perhaps a year...

Oh, and the Sergeant of Police is an awfully good part.

Oh, it's really jolly difficult, you see.

Quite incredible, Toad.

What? Oh.

Oh, that's putting it a bit too strong.

But I suppose I am unusually talented.

Toad.

Oh, um, yes, Badger.

The pirate, say.

Well, then.

Auditions in two days' time.

Rehearsals start next week.

And now, if you don't mind, I need to think.

No, no, of course not Badger, oh man.

You think away, and if you can't think of something, just let me know.

And I would...

Badger means that he wants a bit of peace and quiet.

Yes. Oh, well, yes, er...

Well, goodbye Badger, oh man.

Yes, goodbye Toad.

Goodbye Badger.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

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I know the scientific names of beings and enm

in shorting matters of a modern,

in shorting matters of a modern,

very good mode. Excellent.

Yes, it was. It was. Really quite nice.

Oh, thank you.

It's, erm...

Quite a big part, isn't it?

The major general.

My word, yes.

It's the biggest part I've ever played.

Must be a worry to you, eh?

Well, I suppose it is a bit.

Toad, what are you up to?

Up to.

I'm not up to anything.

I'm just a little bit concerned about my friend Mo.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Was merely wondering if it wouldn't be fairer.

To Mo, let him play the Sergeant of Police

while I took over the bigger role.

Toad, you are playing the Sergeant,

and Mo is playing the major general.

Look, I really don't mind if Toad wants the part.

It isn't a question of wanting the part.

I don't want the part.

It's merely that the Sergeant only has a couple of decent souls

and the major general.

No, Toad.

I mean, we've had major generals in the family, you see, whereas Mo...

No, Toad.

Well, really.

Goodness me. Look at the time.

Haven't we better get on?

Yes, I suppose we had.

Right, Toad, let's rehearse your first solo, shall we?

The Sergeant of Police.

Mo, all right.

Very well.

I hardly need to rehearse it, really.

Oh?

Well, I mean, I know it so well, you see.

My object also bla...

Hey?

I shall achieve in time...

Po!

To make the punishment fit the crime,

the punishment fit the crime,

and make each prisoner pay...

It's the wrong opera.

And we need a re...

What?

That is the wrong opera.

It's the Nicardo.

Mm.

Will anybody notice?

What anyone else?

Well, it's all about crime and punishment, isn't it?

It's just the thing for a Sergeant of Police.

Toad, think what Badger would say.

Phew!

I don't care what Badger would...

Oh, yes, yes, I suppose you're right.

So, can we rehearse the right song?

When the foaming bears his steel?

No, I don't know that one.

Oh, Toad!

He's not my fault, is he?

The covers!

Fall it off the book!

Oh, my words.

Fascinating, his silly old opera.

Mabel.

Oh, Frederick, cannot you reconcile it with your conscience

to say something that will relieve my father's sorrow?

Frederick.

I will try, dear Mabel.

But why does he sit here,

night after night, in this drafty old ruin?

Me.

Me.

With feeling.

Why do I sit here?

Why do I sit here?

Um...

Oh.

Why do I sit here?

Um...

Why do I sit here to escape from the parrot's clutches?

I describe myself as an orphan,

and heaven forgive me, I am no orphan.

I...

Oh, bother.

Never remember it.

Oh, no.

No, a flat.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

Try again.

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dirty, dirty in your boots to run to run.

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Still, I know that pretty well.

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