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Today's story is called The Wind in the Willows, The River Bank,

written for you by Kenneth Graham and adapted for audio by Daniel Hines.

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The Wind in the Willows, the Riverbank. The little home. First with brooms, then with dusters, then on ladders and steps and chairs with a brush

in 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, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of freshness and desire to be outside.

It was small wonder then that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said,

bother and old rat, and also forget spring cleaning,

and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.

Something up above was calling him on and on, and he made for the steep

little tunnel that leads to the burrows owned by animals whose homes are nearer to the

sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scabbled and scroogged,

and then he scroogged again, and scabbled 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.

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