Oi 'm not ashamed to admit that Oi felt just a little bit apprehensive when Oi found moiself on the wrong side of the river. But Oi am not known as the indomitable mole for nothing. Oi girded up me loins and set to thinking about how to get across. Oi thought of tunneling of course, but it would mean going down a long way to avoid the risk of extremely damp fur occurring. Oi was deep in thought when Oi heard a loud squeak behind me. Turning around Oi saw a round furry face with small ears and neat whiskers. For the first time (in this story anyway) Mole had met Vole!
Vincent (for that was his name) was a most helpful rodent, and offered to help me build a raft. With his sharp teeth, he was able to nibble through some nice twigs and I arranged them together in a raft shape. Vincent muttered something about going and finding some nice reeds to tie the twigs together, but I was in too much of a hurry to wait for mere decoration like that.
It may have been a mistake in retrospect. After only a few moment the raft showed an alarming tendency towards floating off in all directions at once. It looked like Captain Mole was going to go down with his ship - maiden voyage and all! (And no Kate Winslet to cry over me either).
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