מתוך הרוח בערבי הנחל, קנת גרהאם Taken from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
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 throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms
