Onion sauce! Onion Sauce!

He had got down to the bones of it, and they were fine and strong and simple.

There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worse of all, no way out

Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come, while stars grew fuller and larger all around them, and a yellow moon, appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular, came to keep them company and listen to their talk.

Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.

Well, very long ago, on the spot where the Wild Wood waves now, before ever it had planted itself and grown up to what it now is, there was a city - a city of people, you know

Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, Those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way.