The Wind and the Willows (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781515291541)

Thank you for checking out this children's classic by Guga Books. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. 'O, please let me, ' said the Mole. So, of course, the Rat let him. Packing the basket was not quite such pleasant work as unpacking' the basket. It never is. But the Mole was bent on enjoying everything, and although just when he had got the basket packed and strapped up tightly he saw a plate staring up at him from the grass, and when the job had been done again the Rat pointed out a fork which anybody ought to have seen, and last of all, behold the mustard pot, which he had been sitting on without knowing it-still, somehow, the thing got finished at last, without much loss of temper. The afternoon sun was getting low as the Rat sculled gently homewards in a dreamy mood, murmuring poetry-things over to himself, and not paying much attention to Mole. But the Mole was very full of lunch, and self-satisfaction, and pride, and already quite at home in a boat (so he thought) and was getting a bit restless besides: and presently he said, 'Ratty Please, I want to row, now ' The Rat shook his head with a smile. 'Not yet, my young friend, ' he said-'wait till you've had a few lessons. It's not so easy as it looks.' The Mole was quiet for a minute or two. But he began to feel more and more jealous of Rat, sculling so strongly and so easily along, and his pride began to whisper that he could do it every bit as well. He jumped up and seized the sculls, so suddenly, that the Rat, who was gazing out over the water and saying more poetry-things to himself, was taken by surprise and fell backwards off his seat with his legs in the air for the second time, while the triumphant Mole took his place and grabbed the sculls with entire confidence. 'Stop it, you SILLY ass ' cried the Rat, from the bottom of the boat. 'You can't do it You'll have us over ' The Mole flung his sculls back with a flourish, and made a great dig at the water. He missed the surface altogether, his legs flew up above his head, and he found himself lying on the top of the prostrate Rat. Greatly alarmed, he made a grab at the side of the boat, and the next moment-Sploosh Over went the boat, and he found himself struggling in the river. O my, how cold the water was, and O, how VERY wet it felt. How it sang in his ears as he went down, down, down How bright and welcome the sun looked as he rose to the surface coughing and spluttering How black was his despair when he felt himself sinking again Then a firm paw gripped him by the back of his neck. It was the Rat, and he was evidently laughing-the Mole could FEEL him laughing, right down his arm and through his paw, and so into his-the Mole's-neck. The Rat got hold of a scull and shoved it under the Mole's arm; then he did the same by the other side of him and, swimming behind, propelled the helpless animal to shore, hauled him out, and set him down on the bank, a squashy, pulpy lump of misery. When the Rat had rubbed him down a bit, and wrung some of the wet out of him, he said, 'Now, then, old fellow Trot up and down the towing-path as hard as you can, till you're warm and dry again, while I dive for the luncheon-basket.' So the dismal Mole, wet without and ashamed within, trotted about till he was fairly dry, while the Rat plunged into the water again, recovered the boat, righted her and made her fast, fetched his floating property to shore by degrees, and finally dived successfully for the luncheon-basket and struggled to land with it.

Author: Kenneth Grahame
ISBN-10: 1515291545
ISBN-13: 9781515291541
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Language: English
Published: 08/02/2015
Pages: 312
Format: Paperback
Weight: 0.92lbs
Size: 9.00h x 6.00w x 0.65d