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THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
utes, puffing and panting, for he was quite exhausted.
As he sighed and blew and stared before him into the dark hole, some bright small thing shone and twinkled in its depths, moving towards him. As it approached, a face grew up gradually around it, and it was a familiar face!
Brown and small, with whiskers. Grave and round, with neat ears and silky hair.
It was the Water Rat
