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Toad was the one disturbing element. Incurable adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything. A positive mania for fads, and he never counted the cost. He had a host of fair-weather friends. But there were only three who had his best interests at heart. One was a badger. MacBadger. And then there was a water rat. A bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a fine fellow. And a mole. A gentle creature, kind and sympathetic.
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But Toad found he hadn't no money. So, he promptly offered a trade. The weasels appeared to be willing. In a moment, the bargain was made. Toady drawed up a paper, with almost incredible speed. He called on old Winky the barman to pop over and witness the deed. Now, the guv'nor is not a bit stingy. He never does anything small. The weasels gave him the red motorcar, and he gave the weasels Toad Hall. Traded Toad Hall? An estate worth 100,000 for a motorcar?
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Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh. That Christmas Eve, along the riverbank, the name of Toad was banned from conversation, lest the memory of his disgrace becloud the merriment of the season. Yet there was one home, at least, in which two loyal hearts still held the warmth of Christian charity. Bless this good food we are about to enjoy. Bless us, every one. And bless poor Toad. And may he get time off for good behaviour.
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Toad's friends were dreadfully proud of him. And why not? He was a new Toad, completely reformed, through with gypsy carts and motorcars for ever. And so, on this happiest of New Years, a toast was in order. To the New Year and To the new Toad! That was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh ourjudgement carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Don't we envy him a bit? I know I do. When we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous will always be, to me, the master of Toad Hall.
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From Ichabod, Ichabod Crane Though the arrival of the pedagogue gave rise to mixed emotions, the townspeople all agreed they'd never seen anyone Like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane The schoolroom became Ichabod's empire, over which, with lordly dignity, he held absolute sway. Truth to say, Ichabod was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the maxim spare the rod and spoil the child. Still, he was careful to administerjustice with discrimination. For it behoved him to keep on good terms with his pupils. Especially if their mothers happened to be good cooks.
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Ichabod was aware only that Dame Fortune was at last thundering at his door. It's true that Brom liked a joke as well as the next, but enough was too much. It was time for open warfare. He'd double that schoolmaster up and lay him on a shelf in his schoolhouse! But this was easier said than done. No doubt of it, this was Ichabod's lucky day. The schoolmaster was a man of hidden talents, a rival to be reckoned with. Still, wars are neither won nor lost at the first encounter.
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To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his endeavours. How would he put his best foot forward! Beyond all his other talents, he prided himself upon his dancing. Unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he had to admit that here was a flawless picture of ease and grace. There was no doubt that Ichabod was the man of the hour.
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Next morning, Ichabod's hat was found. And close beside it, a shattered pumpkin. But there was no trace of the schoolmaster. Shortly thereafter, Brom Bones led the fair Katrina to the altar. Rumours persisted that Ichabod was still alive, married to a wealthy widow in a distant county. But the good Dutch settlers refused to believe such nonsense. They knew the schoolmaster had been spirited away by the Headless Horseman.
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