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"The Wind in the Willows" by Kenneth Grahame is a children's novel published in 1908. It follows Mole, Ratty, and Badger as they attempt to help the wealthy but reckless Mr. Toad, who becomes dangerously obsessed with motorcars and lands himself in serious trouble. Their adventures along the riverbank and through the Wild Wood blend friendship, excitement, and humor. Based on bedtime stories Grahame told his son, this tale of anthropomorphized animals has become a beloved classic of British literature. (This is an automatically generated summary.)

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Contents

CHAPTER I. THE RIVER BANK CHAPTER II. THE OPEN ROAD CHAPTER III. THE WILD WOOD CHAPTER IV. MR. BADGER CHAPTER V. DULCE DOMUM CHAPTER VI. MR. TOAD CHAPTER VII. THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN CHAPTER VIII. TOAD’S ADVENTURES CHAPTER IX. WAYFARERS ALL CHAPTER X. THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD CHAPTER XI. “LIKE SUMMER TEMPESTS CAME HIS TEARS” CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES

I. THE RIVER BANK

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and 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 above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said “Bother!” and “O blow!” and also “Hang spring-cleaning!” and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled 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 g

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