Publisher's Synopsis
The Wind in the WillowsKenneth Grahame"This is fine!" he said to himself. "This isbetter than whitewashing!" The sunshinestruck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed hisheated brow, and after the seclusion of thecellarage he had lived in so long the carol ofhappy birds fell on his dulled hearing almostlike a shout. Jumping off all his four legs atonce, in the joy of living and the delight ofspring without its cleaning, he pursued hisway across the meadow till he reached thehedge on the further side.
