The next morning Toad slept late.
As usual, he was the last at breakfast.
The kitchen was empty.
The table was messy.
"Egg shells?" said Toad, looking around.
"Cold toast? No coffee?
Didn't they save anything good for me?"
He heard laughter through the window.
Toad went outside.
Mole, Rat, and Badger were sitting in the garden.
"Did you see the Chief Weasel?" laughed Rat.
"He crashed through Toad's window!"
"His face looked like this!" laughed Mole.
Mole made a funny face.
"And when Badger waved his club—," said Rat.
"The weasels crawled under the table!" cried Mole.
Mole and Rat kicked their short legs in the air.
They laughed until their stomachs hurt.
Badger sat in a chair reading the newspaper.
"Good morning, Toad!" said Badger.
"You're up early, I see!"
Toad turned red.
He went inside to make his breakfast.
Badger followed him in.
"Well," said Badger, "you'll be busy this morning.
You have a lot of work to do."
"Oh Badger, stop joking," said Toad.
"The whole riverbank expects it," said Badger.
"Expects what?" said Toad.
"You got your home back!" said Badger.
"You must have a big party!"