The Mole: 1

...absorbed in the new life he was entering upon, intoxicated with the sparkle, the ripple, the scents and the sounds of the sunlight, he trailed a paw in the water and dreamed long waking dreams...This day was only the first of many similar ones for the emancipated Mole, each of the longer and as full of interest as the ripening summer moved onward. He learnt to swim and to row, and entered into the joy of running water; and with his ear to the reed-stems he caught, at intervals, something of what the wind went whispering so constantly among them...

--kenneth grahame