A tricky one, this ... Oh well, in the hope that Lucy doesn't decide to follow Vicky's primrose path by excommunicating anyone who posts here:
He was indeed an altered Toad!
Yet somehow, life in and around the Wild Wood had become duller in consequence.
One evening, the Mole and the Rat were reminiscing about the exciting times thay had lived through, and especially the night they had evicted the invaders from Toad Hall.
“Remember how you went for the ferrets?” said the Mole.
“Yes,” said the Rat, “And my goodness, how you walloped those weasels!”
“Of course, it’s wonderful that Toad is a reformed character.”
“No more caravans, stolen cars, horse-theft ...” The Rat sighed wistfully.
“No more boastful songs and speeches ... But do you know, Ratty, I sometimes miss them.”
“I know what you mean”, said the Rat thoughtfully. “I’ve been wondering ...” He showed Mole the photograph he was studying. “It’s a new invention, and I’m sure that Toad would be unable to resist it.”
“What is it?” asked the Mole.
“It’s called an aeroplane ...”
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