Mole

The mole had been working very hard all

morning, spring cleaning his little home.

Spring was moving in the air above and in

the earth below....

He suddenly flung down his brush on the

floor....said 'Bother!'

'Hang spring cleaning!'

....he found himself rolling in the warm

grass of a great meadow.

....happy birds fell on his dulled hearing.....

Jumping off all his four legs at once,

.....in the joy of living and the delight of

spring....

A delightful little story from

Wind In The Willows....

Ah that we all could be as happy as Mole today...

Dee Dee