The Open Road (11)

The Open Road (11)

The Rat danced up and down in the road, simply oransported with passion.

"You villains ! " he shouted, shaking both fists.
" You scoundrels, you highwaymen, youーyouーroadhogs !
I'll have the law of you. I'll report you !
I'll take you through all the Courts ! "

His home-sickness had quite slipped away from him.

He was trying to recollect all the fine and biting things he used to say to masters of steam-launches.

Toad sat down in the middle of the dusty road, his legs stretched out before him, and stared fixedly in the direction of disappearing motor-car.

He breathed short, his face wore a placid, satisfied expression, and at intervals he faintly murmured " Poop-poop ! "

The Mole was busy trying to quiet the horse, which he succeeded in doing after a time.
Then he went to look at the cart, on its side in the ditch.

It was indeed a sorry sight.
Panels and windows smashed, axles hopelessly bent, one wheel off, sardine-tins scattered over the wide world, and the bird in the bird-cage sobbing pitifully and calling to be let out.

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