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Tonight, I conclude the story,

The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Graham.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

It was the badger, who having finished his pie, had turned round in this chair and was looking at them severely.

When he saw that he had secured their attention and that they were evidently waiting for him to address them,

he turned back to the table again and reached out for the cheese.

And so great was the respect commanded by the solid qualities of that admirable animal.

That not another word was uttered until he had quite finished his repast

and brushed the crumbs from his knees.

The toad fidgeted a good deal, but the rat held him firmly down.

When the badger had quite done, he got up from his seat and stood before the fireplace,

reflecting deeply. At last he spoke. Toad, he said severely, you bad, troublesome little animal,

aren't you ashamed of yourself? What do you think your father, my old friend, would have said,

if he had been here tonight and had known of all your goings-on? Toad, who was on the sofa by this time with his legs up,

rolled over on his face, shaken by sobs of contrition. There, there, went on the badger more

kindly. Never mind. Stop crying. We're going to let bygones be bygones, and try and turn over a new

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