Вітер у вербах

           TheToad,havingfinishedhisbreakfast,pickedupastoutstickandswungitvigorously,belabouringimaginaryanimals."I’lllearn’emtostealmyhouse!"hecried."I’lllearn’em,I’lllearn’em!"

           "Don’tsay‘learn’em,’Toad,"saidtheRat,greatlyshocked."It’snotgoodEnglish."

           "WhatareyoualwaysnaggingatToadfor?"inquiredtheBadger,ratherpeevishly."What’sthematterwithhisEnglish?It’sthesamewhatIusemyself,andifit’sgoodenoughforme,itoughttobegoodenoughforyou!"

           "I’mverysorry,"saidtheRathumbly."OnlyIthinkitoughttobe‘teach’em,’not‘learn’em.’"

           "Butwedon’twanttoteach’em,"repliedtheBadger."Wewanttolearn’em—learn’em,learn’em!Andwhat’smore,we’regoingtodoit,too!"

           "Oh,verywell,haveityourownway,"saidtheRat.Hewasgettingrathermuddledaboutithimself,andpresentlyheretiredintoacorner,wherehecouldbeheardmuttering,"Learn’em,teach’em,teach’em,learn’em!"tilltheBadgertoldhimrathersharplytoleaveoff.

           PresentlytheMolecametumblingintotheroom,evidentlyverypleasedwithhimself."I’vebeenhavingsuchfun!"hebeganatonce;"I’vebeengettingariseoutofthestoats!"

           "Ihopeyou’vebeenverycareful,Mole?"saidtheRatanxiously.