"Rat," he moaned, "how about your supper, you poor, cold, hungry, weary animal? I've nothing to give you - nothing - not a crumb!"
"What a fellow you are for giving in!" said the Rat reproachfully. "Why, only just now I saw a sardine-opener on the kitchen dresser, quite distinctly; and everybody knows that means there are sardines about somewhere in the neighbourhood. Rouse yourself! Pull yourself together, and come with me and forage."
They went and foraged accordingly, hunting through every cupboard and turning out every drawer. The result was not so very depressing after all, though of course it might have been better; a tin of sardines - a box of captain's biscuits, nearly full - and a German sausage encased in silver paper.
Look, what thy memory cannot contain
Commit to these waste blanks, and
thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd
from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance
of thy mind.
John Julius Norwich
An English Christmas
Kenneth Grahame
The Wind in the Willows
1908
John Murray, 2017©
Christmas Crackers
Commonplace Selections
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 77
1609
Allen Lane/Penguin, 1980©