Read the excerpt from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame.Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodiedanimal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle andleaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates thatshook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All was a-shakeand a-shiver—glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl,chatter and bubble. The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated.