52 Puffins – #13 Moley (The Wind in the Willows)

What is 52 Puffins – Waiting in the wings? Well, although we love our main characters, in 2013 we think it's time to celebrate the supporting cast: the extras with the witty one-liners, the dastardly villains and the best friend every hero would be lost without. Who's your favourite?  
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1.         Name: Mole from ‘The Wind in the Willows’ by Kenneth Grahame 

2.         Famous Friends Ratty, Mr
Badger, Mr Toad, Otter and Portly, the Weasels and the Stoats of the Wild Wood

3.         Hero or villain? Hero

4.         Why you love him? He may be shy but he’s very brave and always stays loyal
to his friends.

5.         What’s his catchphrase? "Oh, bother! Oh, blow!"

6.         What wouldn’t he leave the house without? Nothing. He doesn’t need material possessions if he
has his friends.

7.         Tell us something we might not know Up until he
met Ratty, Mole had never been in a boat before!

8.         What really annoys him? Mr Toad

9.         What does he dream of? A quiet home
and a simple life shared with good friends

10.      Where would you go to hang out together? We would
simply mess about in a boat..

Atifa is the champion of Moley this week and (coincidentally) her favourite children’s books are The
Wind in the Willows
by Kenneth Grahame and Five Run Away Together by Enid Blyton.

Every week, for 52 weeks, we'll feature one nomination right here on the blog! If you'd like to share your favourite character from a  Puffin book, them send us your answers – and don't forget to draw a picture! 

Hello curious one who clicked for the extended entry, the sun is shining and Spring seems finally to have sprung so we thought we'd dip back into one of our favourite classics. In conclusion, we think Mole's got the right idea – go forth to the sunshine dear reader!


ThewindinthewillowsThe 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. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.

'This is fine!' he said to himself. `This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.

An extract from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame