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    The River Bank

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    The Mole had been working hard all morning doing spring cleaning in his home. He became tired and frustrated with the work. He was called outside by the spring air and bolted from his house without a coat. He emerged from his tunnel into a meadow on a sunny day. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun and sounds of happy birds singing. He roamed through the meadow and along hedgerows, seeing signs of new life and growth everywhere. Feeling happy and idle while others were busy working, he came upon a full river which he had never seen before.

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    The Mole had been working hard all morning doing spring cleaning in his home. He became tired and frustrated with the work. He was called outside by the spring air and bolted from his house without a coat. He emerged from his tunnel into a meadow on a sunny day. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun and sounds of happy birds singing. He roamed through the meadow and along hedgerows, seeing signs of new life and growth everywhere. Feeling happy and idle while others were busy working, he came upon a full river which he had never seen before.

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    The Mole had been working hard all morning doing spring cleaning in his home. He became tired and frustrated with the work. He was called outside by the spring air and bolted from his house without a coat. He emerged from his tunnel into a meadow on a sunny day. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun and sounds of happy birds singing. He roamed through the meadow and along hedgerows, seeing signs of new life and growth everywhere. Feeling happy and idle while others were busy working, he came upon a full river which he had never seen before.

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    The River Bank

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    The Mole had been working hard all morning doing spring cleaning in his home. He became tired and frustrated with the work. He was called outside by the spring air and bolted from his house without a coat. He emerged from his tunnel into a meadow on a sunny day. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun and sounds of happy birds singing. He roamed through the meadow and along hedgerows, seeing signs of new life and growth everywhere. Feeling happy and idle while others were busy working, he came upon a full river which he had never seen before.

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    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 springcleaning! 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 great meadow.
    "This is fine!" he said to himself. This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on
    his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had
    lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping
    off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he
    pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.
    'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private
    road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted
    along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes
    to see what the row was about.
    'Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!' he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a
    thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. 'How stupid you are!
    Why didn't you tell him- 'Well, why didn't you say-' "You might have reminded him-' and so on, in
    the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case.
    It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily,
    along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding,
    leaves thrusting- everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an
    uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering 'whitewash!" he somehow could only feel how
    jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a
    holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting. yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy
    working.
    He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he
    stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river

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