But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it,… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
We shall creep out quietly into the butler's pantry--" cried the Mole. "--with out pistols and swords and sticks--" shouted ther Rat.… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The Rat, meanwhile, was busy examining the label on one of the beer-bottles. "I perceive this to be Old Burton," he remarked… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Then suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe fall upon him, an awe that turned his muscles to water, bowed his head,… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings. — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“What the Boy chiefly dabbled in was natural history and fairy tales, and he just took them as they came, in a sandwichy sort… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“The dragon is a more enduring animal than the pterodactyl. I have never yet met anyone who really believed in a pterodactyl; but every… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Independence is all very well, but we animals never allow our friends to make fools of themselves beyond a certain limit.” — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Supper was finished at last, and each animal felt that his skin was now as tight as was decently safe.” — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world...What it hasn't got is not worth having. — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“In silence they landed, and pushed through the blossom and scented herbage and undergrowth that led up to the level ground, till they stood… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
