As they both joyfully went down the river together, Mole still needed a place to stay. He wants that place on the bank opposite. It was perfect for someone like him. Mole sadly stared down at his feet. He was thinking what he was going to do. When the boat reached a good place to stop rowwing, Rat putted down the paddle and looked at Mole. He just realized how down spirited Mole was. Rat walked gently, trying not to flip the boat, up to Mole. "What is wrong my friend?", said Rat. Mole then explained about how he wanted a home. Rat nodded his head, picked up the paddle, and kept going down the river. When it reached night, the sky was dark as coal. Trying not to show his fear, Mole kept silence. Rat told him, "It is ok my friend."
