The Wind in the Willows #260731

It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers bud ding, leaves thrusting — everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering whitewash! He somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all.