Things were looking pretty drastic for a few moments, Oi can tell 'ee. How was Oi supposed to know that rafts are supposed to be tied together? Oi mean, why can't the twigs just sort of float in formation? Anyway, they don't and Oi soon found my beautiful velvet fur looking very bedraggled. It could have got much worse if it hadn't been for a funny sort of flat boat comeing along in the nick of time. It was being poled along by a smart young lad in a blazer and straw boater. But none of that mattered, because Oi was spotted by the passenger in the boat who said something approximately like "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelookatthe littlemoleohisn'thegorgeouscanIkeephimIwillstrokehimandpethimandcallhimGeorge" etc etc etc. Well it was a bit embarrassing, but any punt in a storm as us seafaring molers say. So Oi just snuggled up, said "Love 'ee" and soaked up the adulation all the way to the punting station.
That's where moi problems started again - Oi said goodbye to moi rescuers and trundled off into the street, only to find that Oi was further away from the Boy's college than ever!
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