The Wind in the Willows

The Wind in the Willows — page 1
Mole lived in a gloomy underground house all by himself One morning he worked so hard spring-cleaning that his arms began to ache I’m tired of this he cried heading out into the sunlight He ran across meadows and by bushes passing rabbits birds and beautiful flowers as he went Soon Mole reached the riverbank and looked across the water He saw a little brown face with whiskers and twinkly eyes I’m Ratty called the friendly creature Do you want to come for a boat ride Mole had never been in a boat before so he eagerly stepped in