Wind In The Willows 2 | Read By English Author S D Hudson Magic

This is an authentic English reading of The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. Narrated by the soothing voice of S D HUDSON MAGIC (author of Tales of the Neworld, Neworld Parables, and Blethingwood Hall) it will lull you into a beautiful place where you can truly relax and let go.

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Transcript

Hello,

This is SD Hudson Magic.

Welcome to my story series.

This is episode 2 of The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham.

If you like what you hear,

Please take a listen to my Tales of the New World.

These stories set in an anthropomorphic haven at the top of Mother Bee Hill.

Make sure you're sitting comfortably or supported well deep within your bed.

Take a deep breath in through your nose.

Relax in.

Then let it out on a long sigh.

It is time to relax and let go.

Chapter 2 The Open Road The rat was sitting on the river bank singing a little song.

He had just composed it himself so he was very taken up with it and would not pay proper attention to Mole or anything else.

Since early morning he had been swimming in the river in company with his friends the ducks.

And when the ducks stood on their heads suddenly as ducks will,

He would dive down and tickle their necks just under where their chins would be if ducks had chins till they were forced to come up to the surface again in a hurry spluttering and angry and shaking their feathers at him for it is impossible to say quite all you feel when your head is under water.

At last they implored him to go away and attend to his own affairs and leave them to mind theirs.

So the rat went away and sat on the river bank in the sun and made up a song about them which he called Ducks Ditty.

All along the backwater through the rushes tall ducks are a-dabbling up tails all.

Ducks tails Drake's tails yellow feet a-quiver Yellow bills all out of sight busy in the river Slushy green undergrowth where the roach swim Here we keep our larder cool and full and dim Every one for what he likes we like to be Heads down tails up dabbling free High in the blue above Swift's whirl and call We are down a-dabbling up tails all I don't know that I think so very much of that little song rat observed the mole cautiously.

He was no poet himself and didn't care who knew it and he had a candid nature.

Mole don't the ducks neither repeated the rat cheerfully.

They say why can't fellows be allowed to do what they like when they like and as they like instead of other fellows sitting on banks and watching them all the time and making remarks and poetry and things about them.

What nonsense it all is.

That's what the ducks say.

So it is so it is said the mole with great heartiness.

No it isn't cried the rat indignantly.

Well then it isn't it isn't blied the mole soothingly.

But what I wanted to ask you was won't you take me to call on Mr.

Toad I've heard so much about him and I do so want to make his acquaintance.

Why certainly said the good-natured rat jumping to his feet and dismissing poetry from his mind for the day.

Get the boat out and we'll paddle up there at once.

It's never the wrong time to call on Toad early or late he's always the same fellow always good tempered always glad to see you always sorry when you go.

He must be a very nice animal observed the mole as he got into the boat and took the skulls while the rat settled himself comfortably in the stern.

He is indeed the best of animals replied rat so simple good-natured and so affectionate perhaps he's not very clever we can't all be geniuses and it may be he's both boastful and conceited but he has got some great qualities as totally rounding a bend in the river they came inside of a handsome dignified old house of mellowed red brick with well-kept lawns reaching out to the water's edge.

There's Toad Hall said the rat and that creek on the left where the notice board says private no landing allowed leads to his boathouse where we'll leave the boat.

The stables are over there to the right that's the banqueting hall you're looking at now very old that is.

Toad is rather rich you know and this is really one of the nicest houses in these parts though we never omitted as much to Toad.

They glided up the creek and the mole shipped his skulls as they passed into the shadow of a large boathouse.

Here they saw many handsome boats slung from the crossbeams or hauled up on a slip but none in the water and the place had an unused and a deserted air.

The rat looks all around him.

I understand said he boating is played out he's tired of it and done with it I wonder what new fad he's taken up now.

Come along let's look him up we shall hear all about it quite soon enough.

They disembarked and strolled across the gay flower deck lawns in search of Toad whom they presently happened upon resting in a wicker garden chair with a preoccupied expression of face and a large map spread out on his knees.

Hooray!

He cried jumping up upon seeing them this is splendid.

He shook the paws of both of them warmly never waiting for an introduction to the mole.

How kind of you he went on dancing around them.

I was just going to send a boat down the river for you ratty with strict orders you were to be fetched up here at once whatever you were doing.

I want you badly both of you.

Now what will you take?

Come inside and have something you don't know how lucky it is you're turning up just now.

Let's sit quiet a bit toady said the rat throwing himself into an easy chair while the mole took another by the side of him and made some civil remark about Toad's delightful residence.

Finest house on the whole river cried Toad boisterously or anywhere else for that matter he could not help adding.

Here the rat nudged the mole.

Unfortunately the Toad saw him do it and turned very red.

There was a moment's painful silence then Toad burst out laughing.

All right ratty he said it's only my way you know and it's not such a very bad house is it you know you rather like it yourself.

Now look here let's be sensible you are the very animals I wanted you've got to help me it's most important.

It's about your rowing I suppose said the rat with an innocent air.

You're getting on fairly well though you do splash around a good bit still.

With a great deal of patience and any quantity of coaching you may oh poo boating.

Interrupted the Toad in great disgust silly boyish amusement I've given up that long ago sheer waste of time that's what it is it makes me downright sorry to see you fellows who ought to know better.

Using all your energies in that aimless manner.

No I've discovered the real thing the only genuine occupation for a lifetime.

I propose to devote the remainder of mine to it and can only regret the wasted years that lie behind me squandered in trivialities.

Come with me dear ratty and your amiable friend also if he will be so very good.

Just as far as the stable yard and you shall see what you shall see.

He led the way to the stable yard accordingly the rat following with the most mistrustful expression and there drawn out of the coach house into the open.

They saw a gypsy caravan shining with newness painted a canary yellow picked out with green and red wheels.

There you are cried the Toad straddling and expanding himself there's real life for you embodied in that little cart.

The open road the dusty highway the heath the common the hedgerows the rolling downs camps villages towns cities here today up and off somewhere else tomorrow travel change interest excitement the whole world before you and a horizon that's always changing and mind this is the very finest cart of its sort that was ever built without any exception.

Come inside and look at the arrangements planned them all myself I did.

The mole was tremendously interested and excited and followed him eagerly up the steppes and into the interior of the caravan.

The rat just snorted and thrust his hands deep into his pockets remaining where he was.

It was indeed very compact and comfortable little sleeping bunks a little table that folded up against the wall a cooking stove lockers bookshelves a birdcage with a bird in it and pots pans jugs and kettles of every size and variety.

All complete said the tow triumphantly pulling open a locker you see biscuits potty lobster sardines everything you could possibly want soda water here backy there letter paper bacon jam cards and dominoes you'll find he continued as they descended the steps again you'll find that nothing whatsoever has been forgotten when we make our start this afternoon.

I beg your pardon said the rat slowly as he chewed a straw but did I overhear you say something about we and start and this afternoon now you dig it old ratty said toad imploringly don't begin talking in that stiff and sniffy sort of way because you know you've got to come I can't possibly manage without you so please consider it settled and don't argue it's the one thing I can't stand you surely don't mean to stick to your dull frosty old river all your life and live in a hole in a bank and boat I want to show you the world I'm going to make an animal of you my boy I don't care said the rat doggedly I'm not coming and that's flat and I am going to stick to my old river and live in a hole and boat as I've always done and what's more moles going to stick to me and do as I do aren't you more of course I am said the mole loyally I'll always stick to you rat and what you say is to be has got to be all the same it sounds as if it might have been well rather fun you know he added whisperly poor mole the life adventurous was so new a thing to him and so thrilling and this fresh aspect of it was so tempting and he had fallen in love at first sight with the canary colored cart and all its little fitment the rat saw what was passing in his mind and wavered he hated disappointing people and he was fond of the mole and would do almost anything to oblige him told was watching both of them closely come along in and have some lunch he said diplomatically and we'll talk it over we didn't decide anything in a hurry of course I don't really care I only want to give pleasure to you fellows live for others that's my motto in life during luncheon which was excellent of course as everything in toad hall always was the toad simply let himself go disregarding the rat he proceeded to play upon the inexperienced mole as on a harp naturally a voluble animal and always mastered by his imagination he painted the prospects of the trip and the joys of the open life and the roadside in such glowing colors that the mole could hardly sit in his chair for excitement somehow it soon seemed taken for granted by all three of them that the trip was a settled thing and the rat though still unconvinced in his mind allowed his good nature to override his personal objections he could not bear to disappoint his two friends who were already deep in schemes and anticipations planning out each day's separate occupation for several weeks ahead when they were quite ready the now triumphant toad led his companions to the paddock and set them to capture the old grey horse who without having been consulted and to his own extreme annoyance had been told off by toad for the dustiest job in this dusty expedition he frankly preferred the paddock and took a deal of catching meantime toad packed the lockers still tighter with necessaries and hung those bags nets of onions bundles of hay and baskets from the bottom of the cart at last the horse was caught and harnessed and they set off all talking at once each animal either trudging by the side of the cart or sitting on the shaft as the humor took him it was a golden afternoon the smell of the dust they kicked up was rich and satisfying out of thick orchards on either side of the road birds called and whistled to them cheerily good-natured wayfarers passing them gave them good day or stopped to say nice things about their beautiful cart and rabbits sitting at their front doors in the hedgerows held up their forepaws and said oh my oh my oh my late in the evening tired and happy and miles from home they drew up on a remote common far from habitations turned the horse loose to graze and ate their simple supper sitting on the grass by the side of the cart toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come while stars grew fuller and fuller all around them and a yellow moon appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular came to keep them company and listen to their talk at last they turned into their little bunks in the cart and toad kicking out his legs sleepily said well good night you fellows this is the real life for a gentleman talk about your old river i don't talk about my river replied the patient rat you know i don't toad but i think about it he added pathetically in a lower tone i think about it all the time the mole reached out from under his blanket felt for the rat's paw in the darkness and gave it a squeeze i'll do whatever you like ratty he whispered shall we run away tomorrow morning quite early very early and go back to our dear old hole on the river no no we'll see it out whispered back the rat thanks awfully but i ought to stick by toad till this trip is ended it won't be safe for him to be left to himself it won't take very long his fats never do good night the end was indeed nearer than even the rat suspected after so much open air and excitement the toad slept very soundly and no amount of shaking could rouse him out of bed the next morning so the mole and rat turned to quietly and manfully and while the rats saw to the horse and lit a fire and cleaned last night's cups and platters and got things ready for breakfast the mole trudged off to the nearest village a long way off for milk and eggs and various necessaries this toad had of course forgotten to provide the hard work had all been done and the two animals were resting thoroughly exhausted by the time toad appeared on the scene fresh and gay remarking what a pleasant easy life it was they were all eating now after the cares and worries and fatigues of housekeeping at home they had a pleasant ramble that day over grassy downs and a long narrow by lanes and campters before and a common only this time the two guests took care that toad should do his fair share of work in consequence when the time came for starting the next morning toad was by no means so rapturous about the simplicity of the primitive life and indeed attempted to resume his place in his bunk whence he was hauled by force their way lay as before across country by narrow lanes and it was not till the afternoon they came out on the high road their first high road and there disaster fleet and unforeseen sprang out on them disaster momentous indeed to their expedition but simply overwhelming in its effect on the after career of toad they were strolling along the high road easily the mole by the horse's head talking to him since the horse had complained he was being frightfully left out of it and nobody considered him in the least the toad and the water rat walking behind the cart talking together at least toad was talking and rat was saying at intervals yes precisely and what did you say to him and thinking all the time of something very different when far behind them they heard a faint warning hum like the drone of a distant bee glancing back they saw a small cloud of dust with a dark center of energy advancing on them at incredible speed whilst from out of the dust a faint boop boop wailed like an uneasy animal in pain hardly regarding it they turned to resume their conversation when in an instant as it seemed the peaceful scene was changed and with a blast of wind and a whirl of sound that made them jump for the nearest ditch it was on them the poop poop ran out with a brazen shout in their ears they had a moment's glimpse of an interior of a glittering plate glass and rich morocco and the magnificent motor car immense breath-snatching passionate with its pilot tense and hugging his wheel possessed all earth and air for the fraction of a second flung an enveloping cloud of dust that blinded and wrapped them utterly and then dwindled to a speck in the far distance changed back into a droning bee once more the old grey horse dreaming as he plotted along of his quiet paddock in a new raw situation such as this simply abandoned himself to his natural emotions rearing plunging backing steadily in spite of all the moles efforts at his head and all the moles lively language directed at his better feelings he drove the cart backwards towards the deep ditch at the side of the road it wavered an instant then there was a heart-rending crash and the canary colored cart their pride and joy lay on its side in the ditch an irredeemable wreck the rat danced up and down in the road simply transported with passion you villains he shouted shaking both fists you scoundrels you highwaymen you you you rovehogs I'll have the law on you I'll report you I'll take you through all the courts his homesickness had quite slipped away from him and for the moment he was the skipper of the canary colored vessel driven on a show by the reckless jockeying of rival marinas and he was trying to recollect all the fine and biting things he used to say to masters of sting launches when their wash as they drove to near the bank used to flood his parlour carpet at home toad sat straight down in the middle of the dusty road his legs stretched out before him and stared fixedly at the direction of the 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 his side in the ditch it was indeed a sorry sight panels and windows smashed axles hopelessly bent one wheel off sardine tins scattered all over the wide world and the bird in the bird cage sobbing pitifully and calling to be let out the rat came to help him but their united efforts were not sufficient to write the cart hi toad they cried come and bear a hand can't you the toad never answered a word or budge from his seat in the road so they went to see what was the matter with him they found him in a sort of trance a happy smile on his face his eyes still fixed on the dusty wake of their destroyer at intervals he was still heard to murmur poop poop the rat took him by the shoulder are you coming to help us toad he demanded sternly glorious stirring sight merman toad never offering to move the poetry of motion the real way to travel the only way to travel here today in next week tomorrow villages skipped towns and cities jumped always somebody else's horizon oh bliss oh poop poop oh my oh my oh stop being an ass toad cry the mold is bearingly and to think i never knew went on the toad in a dreamy monotone all those wasted years that lie behind me i never knew never even dreamt but now but now that i know now that i fully realize oh what a flowery track lies spread before me henceforth what dust cloud shall spring up behind me as i speed on my reckless way what carts i shall fling carelessly into the ditch in the wake of my magnificent onset horrid carts common carts canary colored carts what are we to do with him asked the mole of the water rat nothing at all applied the rat firmly because there is really nothing to be done you see i know him from old he is now possessed he's got a new craze and it always takes him that way in its first stage he'll continue like that for days now like an animal walking in a happy dream quite useless for all practical purposes never mind him let's go and see what there is to be done about the cart a careful inspection showed them that even if they succeeded in writing it by themselves the cart would travel no longer the axles were in a hopeless state and the missing wheel was shattered into pieces the rat nodded the horse's reins over his back and took him by the head carrying the bird cage and its hysterical occupant in the other hand come on he said grimly to the mole is five or six miles to the nearest town and we shall have to walk it the sooner we make a start the better but what about toad asked the mole anxiously as they set off together we can't leave him here sitting in the middle of the road by himself in the distracted state he's in it's not safe supposing another thing were to come along oh bother toad said the rat savagely i've done with him they had not proceeded very far on their way however when there was a pattering of feet behind them and toad caught them up and thrust a paw inside the elbow of each of them still breathing short and staring into vacancy now look here toad said the rat sharply as soon as we get to the town you'll have to go straight to the police station and see if they know anything about that motor car and who it belongs to and lodge a complaint against it then you'll have to go to a blacksmith's or a willwrights and arrange for the car to be fetched and mended and put to rights it'll take time but it's not quite a hopeless smash meanwhile the mole and i will go to an inn and find comfortable rooms where we can stay till the cart's ready until your nerves have recovered from their shock police station complaint murmured toad dreamily me complain of that beautiful that heavenly vision that's been vouchsafed me mend the cart i've done with carts forever i never want to see the cart or to hear of it again oh ratty you can't think how obliged i am to you for consenting to come on this trip i wouldn't have gone without you and then i might never have seen that that swan that zombie that thunderbolt i might never have heard that entrancing sound or smell that bewitching smell i owe it to all of you my best of friends the rat turned from him in despair you see what it is he said to the mole addressing him across toad's head he's quite hopeless i give it up when we get back to the town we'll go to the railway station and with luck we may pick up a train there that'll get us back to riverbank tonight and if ever you catch me going a pleasuring with this provoking animal again he snorted and during the rest of that weary trudge addressed his remarks exclusively to mole on reaching the town they went straight to the station and deposited toad in the second class waiting room giving the porter a two pence to keep a strict eye on him then they left the horse at an instable and gave what directions they could about the cart and its contents eventually a slow train having landed them at a station not very far from toad hall they escorted the spellbound sleepwalking toad to his door put him inside it and instructed his housekeeper to feed him undress him and put him to bed then they got out their boat from the boathouse sculled down the river home and at a very late hour sat down to supper in their own cozy riverside parlor to the rat's great joy and contentment the following evening the mole who had risen late and taken things very easy all day was sitting on the bank fishing when the rat who had been looking up at his friend and gossiping came strolling along to find him heard the news he said there's nothing else being talked about all along the riverbank toad went up to town by an early train this morning and he's ordered a large and very expensive motor car end of chapter 2 This has been SD Hudson Magic.

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You are a master story teller. Thank you for sharing your rendition if this delightful tale.

Loved it- delicious to fall asleep to☺️🧡 thank you!

So delighted to listen to the exciting adventure Mole, Rat and the other cute creatures are having, so thrilling and light-hearted. Thank you 🦆🦋🌺

Thanks for doing this series! I love wind in the willows, and your storytelling as amazing, thank you so much! 😁Xxx

Beautifully read, thank you so much. Your voice is perfect for sleeping.