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“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”

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Book:The wind in the willows
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The wind in the willows

This enduring children's novel, originally published in 1908, is renowned for its charming narrative and vivid portrayal of the natural world. The story revolves around Ratty, Mole, Badger, and Toad, who embark on various escapades and face challenges that test their camaraderie and character. more

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Kenneth Grahame
Kenneth Grahame

Kenneth Grahame, a British film writer, was born on March 8, 1859, and passed away on July 6, 1932. He is renowned for his unique insights and contributions to the art of film. more

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