The Wind in the Willows

The Rat danced up and down in the road, simply transported with passion. You scroundrels, you highwaymen, you -- you -- road hogs! .... Toad sat straight down in the middle of the dusty road, his legs stretched oat before him, and stared fixedly in the direction of the disappearing motor-cat .... His face wore a placid, satisfied expression, and at intervals he faintly murmured, Poop poop!