La Dispute - Seven

The 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 throats and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his small 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, and said, 'Bother!' Something up above was calling him.

So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then 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. The sunshine struck hot on his fur, and, jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.

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

He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping this with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All was a-shake and a-shiver—glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble. The mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as on trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.

The mole waggled his toes from sheer happiness, spread his chest with a sigh of full contentment, and leaned back blissfully. 'WHAT a day I'm having!' he said.

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[DowntownLAKid]

Dude makes a story sound awesome

[foxsamus4545]

First comment.

Love this song. :D

Love La Dispute.

<3

[MyUnHeardScream]

This song makes moles kick ass.

[LittleMissMoose]

is this about the wind in the willows or whatever?? i was just watching that movie a week ago... so weird how things come together sometimes...

[gabe2569]

it's amazing how this man can sing about a mole, a mole having fun, and it can sound so beautiful and deep

[BoomFunkyPanda]

Loveee.

[autumnmichellebrown]

Reminds me of Michael Cera for some reason.

[DiveIntoTheCenter]

Oh how i love the Mole.