This picture book is a slightly abridged version of Chapter 5 from Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows. The illustrations by Michael Hague are splendid, as usual (he is one of my favorites).
The weary Mole also was glad to turn in without delay, and soon had his head on his pillow in great joy and contentment. But ere he closed his eyes he let them wander round his old room...He saw clearly how plain and simple - how narrow, even - it all was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence. He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid spaces...the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still, even down there. But it was good to think he had this to come back to, this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.
A delightful story of the deep joys that spring from the simple pleasures of faithful friendship and the comforts of home.
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