The Wind In The Willows (The River Bank)

Hi guys, here I will tell a story about The Wind in the Willows, please read bellow..

THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS

Chapter 1: The River Bank

The Mole had been working very hard all morning, spring-cleaning his little home. There were splashes of whitewash all over his black fur. His back ached and his arms were tired. It was spring in the world outside. Mole could feel the fresh air and sunshine calling to him in his dark, underground burrow. Suddenly he threw his brush down.

"Bother!" he said. "Oh, blow!" he said. "Hang spring-cleaning!" He bolted out of the house and scrambled up the steep narrow tunnel which was his front entrance.

He had to scrape and scratch, and scrabble and scrooge with his little paws, muttering to himself all the time, "Up we go! Up we go!" 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, better than whitewashing!" He bounded joyfully across the meadow, till he reached a gap in the hedge, pushing past an elderly rabbit who said "Sixpence for using our private road!" As he crossed the fields, he suddenly came out on the bank of a River. He had never seen one before. The water was full of life and movement, glints and gleams and sparkles, chatter and bubble. The Mole trotted along beside it, fascinated, until he was tired out. He sat down on the grassy bank and listened to the sound of the water. As he looked at the opposite bank, he saw a dark hole. Something bright and small twinkled in it. It winked, and he saw it was an eye! Then a small face appeared. A brown little face with whiskers. Small neat ears and thick silky hair. It was the Water Rat! The animals stood and looked at each other. "Hello, Mole!" said the Water Rat. "Hello, Rat!" said the Mole. "Would you like to come over?" "How can I get to you?" said Mole, not knowing the ways of the River. The Rat stooped down and unfastened a rope. He hauled up a little blue and white boat, just the size for two animals. He rowed across, and gave Mole his paw, to step down timidly into it.

The two animals made friends at once. Ratty was very surprised to hear that Mole had never been in a boat before. "There is nothing half so much worth doing," he told Mole, "as simply messing about in boats."Then he had an idea. "Look here, if you've really nothing else to do this morning, why don't we go down the river together and make a long day of it?" "Let's start at once!" said Mole, settling back happily into the soft cushions. The Rat fetched a wicker picnic basket. "Shove that under your feet!"

"What's inside?"

"Oh stop!" cried Mole in ecstasy. "This is too much!"

"Do you think so?" said Rat, seriously. "It's only what I always take on these little outings."

"There's cold chicken inside," said Rat, "cold tongue cold ham cold beef pickledonions salad french bread cress sandwidges-potted meat ginger beer lemonade - "

Rat rowed silently down the river, while Mole took in all the new sights, smells and sounds, and trailed his paw lazily in the water. The Water Rat enjoyed his friend's pleasure and explained why he loved the river so.

"It's my world and I don't want any other."

"But isn't it a bit dull at times?" asked Mole. "Just you and the river, and nobody else?"

"Nobody else! You must be joking! It's full of people - too many of them sometimes otters, moorhens, ducks and so on, about all day long!"

"What lies over there?" asked Mole, waving a paw towards a dark background of woodland, beyond the fields.

"Oh, that's just the Wild Wood. We don't go there much, we Riverbankers."

"Aren't they - very nice people in there?" asked Mole nervously.

"Well - the squirrels are all right. The rabbits are a mixed lot. And Badger's all right. Nobody interferes with him. They'd better not!"

"Why, who should interfere with him?" asked Mole.

"There are others - weasels-and stoats-and foxes and so on. All right in a way. But you can't trust them, and that's a fact."

"And beyond the Wild Wood again? Where it's all blue and dim and there's hills-and something like the smoke from towns?"

"Beyond the Wild Wood comes the Wide World," said Rat, "and that's something that doesn't matter to you or me." So they began their picnic, and Mole tucked in, for it was a long time since breakfast. While they were eating, they met two of the Riverbankers. One was the Otter, swimming underwater to catch fish. He climbed out on the bank, shook himself, and had a word with them. Drops of water glistened on his whiskers.

The other was Mr Badger, whose stripy head suddenly pushed through the thorny hedge. He grunted, "H'm! Company!" and disappeared. Mr Toad was on the river, too, the Otter told them. Suddenly he shot past in a brand new racing skiff. He was short and fat, splashing badly, and rolling from side to side. "He'll never do well in a boat," said Rat. "Not steady enough," said Otter, and suddenly vanished after a fish. A stream of bubbles on the water was all that could be seen of him. "Toad's always trying something new," ' explained Rat. "Last year he had a houseboat. But he soon gets tired of things."

The Rat and the Mole went back to Rat's snug home in the River Bank and sat in armchairs beside a bright fire, chatting away. Rat invited Mole to stay with him for the rest of the summer. The happy Mole went to sleep in a comfy bedroom. His newly-found friend, the River, was lapping against the bank and he could hear the wind, whispering in the willows.