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The Open Road
Everyoneforwhathelikes!
Weliketobe
Headsdown,tailsup,
Dabblingfree!
Highintheblueabove
Swiftswhirlandcall—
Wearedowna-dabbling
Uptailsall!
"Idon’tknowthatIthinksoverymuchofthatlittlesong,Rat,"observedtheMolecautiously.Hewasnopoethimselfanddidn’tcarewhoknewit;andhehadacandidnature.
"Nordon’ttheducksneither,"repliedtheRatcheerfully."Theysay,’Whycan’tfellowsbeallowedtodowhattheylikewhentheylikeandastheylike,insteadofotherfellowssittingonbanksandwatchingthemallthetimeandmakingremarksandpoetryandthingsaboutthem?Whatnonsenseitallis!’That’swhattheduckssay."
"Soitis,soitis,"saidtheMole,withgreatheartiness.
"No,itisn’t!"criedtheRatindignantly.
"Wellthen,itisn’t,itisn’t,"repliedtheMolesoothingly."ButwhatIwantedtoaskyouwas,won’tyoutakemetocallonMr.Toad?I’veheardsomuchabouthim,andIdosowanttomakehisacquaintance."
"Why,certainly,"saidthegood-naturedRat,jumpingtohisfeetanddismissingpoetryfromhismindfortheday."Gettheboatout,andwe’llpaddleupthereatonce.It’sneverthewrongtimetocallonToad.Earlyorlate,he’salwaysthesamefellow.
