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I. The river bank
II. The open road
III. The wild wood
IV. Mr. Badger
V. Dulce Domum[6]
VI. Mr. Toad
VII. The piper at the gates of dawn
VIII. Toad's adventures
IX. Wayfarers all
X. The further adventures of Toad
XI. «Like summer tempests came his tears»
XII. The return of Ulysses[22]
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The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with 2dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said «Bother!» and «O blow!» and also «Hang spring-cleaning!» and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat[1]. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, «Up we go! Up we go!» till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.
«This is fine!» he said to himself. «This is better than whitewashing!» The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.
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The Mole knew well that it is quite against animal-etiquette to dwell on possible trouble ahead, or even to allude to it; so he dropped the subject.
«And beyond the Wild Wood again?» he asked: «Where it's all blue and dim, and one sees what may be hills or perhaps they mayn't, and something like the smoke of towns, or is it only cloud-drift?»
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