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Mr. Toad's Tractor Adventure Part 3
#FanFic #TheWindInTheWillows
Starring Mr. Toad and Airisu
#Wss633 Even #ScribesAndMakers 9/21 continued #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverToad strutted through the gate, stopping to admire the shiny, new Ivel Agricultural Tractor.
He didn’t notice Airisu chuckling to herself at someone so eager to plow a field. “Not only brilliant as a pigeon’s breast, but just as dumb,” Airisu told the nearby sparrows.
The field was a long meadow surrounded by a stone wall and hawthorn hedges. At one end of the meadow near a brook, the bushes had been crushed, and deep ruts showed in the lush grass.
The tractor started with a rumble.
Quail and Garter Snake startled at the sudden noise. One began gathering her children, while the other slid into the hedge.
“Hurry, hurry,” Mouse said to Shrew. “That lunatic is going to plow the meadow.”
Meadow Lark burst from the grass screaming and headed for the woods.
“Voom, voom, voom, beep, beep, beep,” Toad chortled as he set his steed in motion.
“Drop that chair,” Mouse yelled at her cousin, who dashing about. “#Even if you think you have time, it’s not worth the risk!”
“Whee!” Toad yelled as he crushed the unseen furniture Shrew had just abandoned.
March Hare barely heard Toad’s “Whoo hoo!” as he bolted from under the Ivel’s iron wheels.
“The Queen will hear about this,” Hare shouted before vanishing.
Undaunted, the driver, having finished his first ragged furrow, turned to start another. Too late, he clutched at his bowler as a branch took it off. When he looked back from watching his new hat fly away, there was barely time to swerve to avoid Miss Jersey, who’d come to see what all the commotion was about.
The wheels bit into the mud beside the brook and spun, flinging water parsley, buttercups, and marshmallow into the air. Then, with a cough and sputter, the engine died.
Toad only looked up from wiping the filth that had rained down on him when he heard Miss Jersey bellow, “And what are you doing on my tractor?! Tearing up my pasture!”
From the trees, Airisu croaked, “Ack, ack, voom, ack, beep, titmouse brain!”
[FINIS]
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Mr. Toad's Tractor Adventure Part 3
#FanFic #TheWindInTheWillows
Starring Mr. Toad and Airisu
#Wss633 Even #ScribesAndMakers 9/21 continued #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverToad strutted through the gate, stopping to admire the shiny, new Ivel Agricultural Tractor.
He didn’t notice Airisu chuckling to herself at someone so eager to plow a field. “Not only brilliant as a pigeon’s breast, but just as dumb,” Airisu told the nearby sparrows.
The field was a long meadow surrounded by a stone wall and hawthorn hedges. At one end of the meadow near a brook, the bushes had been crushed, and deep ruts showed in the lush grass.
The tractor started with a rumble.
Quail and Garter Snake startled at the sudden noise. One began gathering her children, while the other slid into the hedge.
“Hurry, hurry,” Mouse said to Shrew. “That lunatic is going to plow the meadow.”
Meadow Lark burst from the grass screaming and headed for the woods.
“Voom, voom, voom, beep, beep, beep,” Toad chortled as he set his steed in motion.
“Drop that chair,” Mouse yelled at her cousin, who dashing about. “#Even if you think you have time, it’s not worth the risk!”
“Whee!” Toad yelled as he crushed the unseen furniture Shrew had just abandoned.
March Hare barely heard Toad’s “Whoo hoo!” as he bolted from under the Ivel’s iron wheels.
“The Queen will hear about this,” Hare shouted before vanishing.
Undaunted, the driver, having finished his first ragged furrow, turned to start another. Too late, he clutched at his bowler as a branch took it off. When he looked back from watching his new hat fly away, there was barely time to swerve to avoid Miss Jersey, who’d come to see what all the commotion was about.
The wheels bit into the mud beside the brook and spun, flinging water parsley, buttercups, and marshmallow into the air. Then, with a cough and sputter, the engine died.
Toad only looked up from wiping the filth that had rained down on him when he heard Miss Jersey bellow, “And what are you doing on my tractor?! Tearing up my pasture!”
From the trees, Airisu croaked, “Ack, ack, voom, ack, beep, titmouse brain!”
[FINIS]
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Mr. Toad's Tractor Adventure Part 3
#FanFic #TheWindInTheWillows
Starring Mr. Toad and Airisu
#Wss633 Even #ScribesAndMakers 9/21 continued #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverToad strutted through the gate, stopping to admire the shiny, new Ivel Agricultural Tractor.
He didn’t notice Airisu chuckling to herself at someone so eager to plow a field. “Not only brilliant as a pigeon’s breast, but just as dumb,” Airisu told the nearby sparrows.
The field was a long meadow surrounded by a stone wall and hawthorn hedges. At one end of the meadow near a brook, the bushes had been crushed, and deep ruts showed in the lush grass.
The tractor started with a rumble.
Quail and Garter Snake startled at the sudden noise. One began gathering her children, while the other slid into the hedge.
“Hurry, hurry,” Mouse said to Shrew. “That lunatic is going to plow the meadow.”
Meadow Lark burst from the grass screaming and headed for the woods.
“Voom, voom, voom, beep, beep, beep,” Toad chortled as he set his steed in motion.
“Drop that chair,” Mouse yelled at her cousin, who dashing about. “#Even if you think you have time, it’s not worth the risk!”
“Whee!” Toad yelled as he crushed the unseen furniture Shrew had just abandoned.
March Hare barely heard Toad’s “Whoo hoo!” as he bolted from under the Ivel’s iron wheels.
“The Queen will hear about this,” Hare shouted before vanishing.
Undaunted, the driver, having finished his first ragged furrow, turned to start another. Too late, he clutched at his bowler as a branch took it off. When he looked back from watching his new hat fly away, there was barely time to swerve to avoid Miss Jersey, who’d come to see what all the commotion was about.
The wheels bit into the mud beside the brook and spun, flinging water parsley, buttercups, and marshmallow into the air. Then, with a cough and sputter, the engine died.
Toad only looked up from wiping the filth that had rained down on him when he heard Miss Jersey bellow, “And what are you doing on my tractor?! Tearing up my pasture!”
From the trees, Airisu croaked, “Ack, ack, voom, ack, beep, titmouse brain!”
[FINIS]
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Mr. Toad's Tractor Adventure Part 3
#FanFic #TheWindInTheWillows
Starring Mr. Toad and Airisu
#Wss633 Even #ScribesAndMakers 9/21 continued #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverToad strutted through the gate, stopping to admire the shiny, new Ivel Agricultural Tractor.
He didn’t notice Airisu chuckling to herself at someone so eager to plow a field. “Not only brilliant as a pigeon’s breast, but just as dumb,” Airisu told the nearby sparrows.
The field was a long meadow surrounded by a stone wall and hawthorn hedges. At one end of the meadow near a brook, the bushes had been crushed, and deep ruts showed in the lush grass.
The tractor started with a rumble.
Quail and Garter Snake startled at the sudden noise. One began gathering her children, while the other slid into the hedge.
“Hurry, hurry,” Mouse said to Shrew. “That lunatic is going to plow the meadow.”
Meadow Lark burst from the grass screaming and headed for the woods.
“Voom, voom, voom, beep, beep, beep,” Toad chortled as he set his steed in motion.
“Drop that chair,” Mouse yelled at her cousin, who dashing about. “#Even if you think you have time, it’s not worth the risk!”
“Whee!” Toad yelled as he crushed the unseen furniture Shrew had just abandoned.
March Hare barely heard Toad’s “Whoo hoo!” as he bolted from under the Ivel’s iron wheels.
“The Queen will hear about this,” Hare shouted before vanishing.
Undaunted, the driver, having finished his first ragged furrow, turned to start another. Too late, he clutched at his bowler as a branch took it off. When he looked back from watching his new hat fly away, there was barely time to swerve to avoid Miss Jersey, who’d come to see what all the commotion was about.
The wheels bit into the mud beside the brook and spun, flinging water parsley, buttercups, and marshmallow into the air. Then, with a cough and sputter, the engine died.
Toad only looked up from wiping the filth that had rained down on him when he heard Miss Jersey bellow, “And what are you doing on my tractor?! Tearing up my pasture!”
From the trees, Airisu croaked, “Ack, ack, voom, ack, beep, titmouse brain!”
[FINIS]
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Mr. Toad's Tractor Adventure Part 3
#FanFic #TheWindInTheWillows
Starring Mr. Toad and Airisu
#Wss633 Even #ScribesAndMakers 9/21 continued #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverToad strutted through the gate, stopping to admire the shiny, new Ivel Agricultural Tractor.
He didn’t notice Airisu chuckling to herself at someone so eager to plow a field. “Not only brilliant as a pigeon’s breast, but just as dumb,” Airisu told the nearby sparrows.
The field was a long meadow surrounded by a stone wall and hawthorn hedges. At one end of the meadow near a brook, the bushes had been crushed, and deep ruts showed in the lush grass.
The tractor started with a rumble.
Quail and Garter Snake startled at the sudden noise. One began gathering her children, while the other slid into the hedge.
“Hurry, hurry,” Mouse said to Shrew. “That lunatic is going to plow the meadow.”
Meadow Lark burst from the grass screaming and headed for the woods.
“Voom, voom, voom, beep, beep, beep,” Toad chortled as he set his steed in motion.
“Drop that chair,” Mouse yelled at her cousin, who dashing about. “#Even if you think you have time, it’s not worth the risk!”
“Whee!” Toad yelled as he crushed the unseen furniture Shrew had just abandoned.
March Hare barely heard Toad’s “Whoo hoo!” as he bolted from under the Ivel’s iron wheels.
“The Queen will hear about this,” Hare shouted before vanishing.
Undaunted, the driver, having finished his first ragged furrow, turned to start another. Too late, he clutched at his bowler as a branch took it off. When he looked back from watching his new hat fly away, there was barely time to swerve to avoid Miss Jersey, who’d come to see what all the commotion was about.
The wheels bit into the mud beside the brook and spun, flinging water parsley, buttercups, and marshmallow into the air. Then, with a cough and sputter, the engine died.
Toad only looked up from wiping the filth that had rained down on him when he heard Miss Jersey bellow, “And what are you doing on my tractor?! Tearing up my pasture!”
From the trees, Airisu croaked, “Ack, ack, voom, ack, beep, titmouse brain!”
[FINIS]