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“The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms.”

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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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