Banquets Are Always Pleasant Things, Consisting Mostly,

Home! That Was What They Meant, Those Caressing Appeals, Those Soft Touches Wafted Through The Air, Those Invisible Little Hands Pulling And Tugging, All One Way.

Beyond The Wild Wood Comes The Wild World,"said The Rat."and That's Something That Doesn't Matter, Either To You Or To Me. I've Never Been There, And I'm Never Going' Nor You Either, If You've Got Any Sense At All.

The Mole Was Bewitched, Entranced, Fascinated. By The Side Of The River He Trotted As One Trots, When Very Small, By The Side Of A Man Who Holds One Spellbound By Exciting Stories; And When Tired At Last, He Sat On The Bank, While The River Still Chattered On To Him, A Babbling Procession Of The Best Stories In The World, Sent From The Heart Of The Earth To Be Told At Last To The Insatiable Sea.

The Mole Had Long Wanted To Make The I Acquaintance Of The Badger. He Seemed, By All Accounts, To Be Such An Important Personage And, Though Rarely Visible, To Make His Unseen Influence Felt By Everybody About The Place.

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.