One bright morning in early summer, Badger kept his promise to visit Ratty and Mole.
"It's time we did something about Toad," he grunted. "He's a disgrace to the neighbourhood. What my old friend, his father, would have said about his doings, I don't like to think. This craze for motor-cars is getting him into trouble with the police."
"Yes, he's had several crashes," agreed Rat. "I hear he has ordered another new car this week'
They set off for Toad Hall. Sure enough, there at the front door stood a shiny, brand-new, bright red motor-car. Mr Toad, in goggles, cap, gaiters and a huge overcoat, came swaggering down the steps, putting on his big leather driving gloves.