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THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
Chapter 5: Mr.Toad
One bright morning in
early summer, Badger kept his promise to visit Ratty and Mole. "It's time
we did something about Toad," he grunted. "He's a disgrace to the neighborhood.
What my old friend, his father, would have said about his doings, I don't like
to think. This craze for motor-cars is getting him into trouble with the
police."
"Yes, he's had several
crashes," agreed Rat. "I hear he has ordered another new car this
week." They set off for Toad Hall. Sure enough, there at the front door
stood a shiny, brand-new, bright red motorcar. Mr. Toad, in goggles, cap,
gaiters and a huge overcoat, came swaggering down the steps, putting on his big
leather driving gloves.
"You're just in time for a jolly
spin, you fellows!" he called out cheerfully.
"Oh, no, you don't!" said
Badger gruffly, seizing him by the scruff of the neck and marching him back
into the house. Mole and Rat took off his ridiculous motoring togs, and Badger
gave him a good talking to. Toad refused to promise to give up driving, so they
locked him in his bedroom to think it over. But cunning Toad pretended to be
ill, and while they were fetching the doctor, he skipped out of the window and
bounced off to the village, laughing at his own cleverness and murmuring,
"Poop! Poop!"
In the inn yard he saw a beautiful
motorcar, whose owners were inside, having lunch. Toad could not resist trying
it out. He turned the starting handle, hopped in behind the wheel, and drove
off in a cloud of white dust. As he sped along he chanted a little song, all
about how clever he was. Toad's next appearance was as a limp and miserable
prisoner in the dock at the Magistrates' Court. He was charged with dangerous
driving, stealing a motorcar, and, worst of all, cheeking the police. The
Magistrate took a serious view and sentenced him to twenty years' imprisonment.
The wretched Toad was handcuffed and marched across the square to the ancient
castle, with its tall towers and grim keep, guarded by men-at-arms, and
warders. He was dragged through the arched gateway, and through courtyards
where huge bloodhounds strained at their leashes. Down spiral stone staircases
he went, passing the rack room and the thumbscrew room, until he reached the
deepest dungeon of all. In front of the heavy nail-studded door sat an ancient
jailer with a mighty bunch of keys. Toad could never hope to get out of there,
for it was the best-guarded prison in England. The unhappy Toad realized what a
foolish animal he had been. "What has happened to the clever, popular Mr.
Toad whom everybody respected?" he whimpered. "O wretched animal, so
justly punished!"
He refused all food
and lay limply on his bed, fat tears rolling down his flabby cheeks.
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