The wind lashed the rain against the window and it howled around the chimney. Sonya Wright sat in her grandfather's old, large, leather armchair. Robinson Crusoe was just about to find the footprint when the phone rang. Putting her book down she went out into the hall. A flash of lightning lit up the house for a few seconds. The clock in the front room struck two.

"Sonya Wright" she said, trying not to show the irritation in her voice.
"Hello Mrs Wright, it's Anne here. Jack has had a bit of a fall. He is crying and he really needs his mum".
"Ok Anne, I will come over."
Glancing wistfully back at the armchair, book and roaring fire, Sonya put on her coat and drove to the school.

"Mrs Wright, Jack is in the first aid room. I'll show you the way." As she entered the small room she saw Jack sitting on a bed, his face wet with tears. "Mummy, Mummy!" he cried.
"Let me look at you."
"My knee's all bloody."
"Anne, thanks for calling me."
"That's ok, Jack has a nasty graze on his knee, he'll be all right but I think he should go home".

Jack sat with his head on his mum's shoulder. Toad was driving in one of his cars. 'Wind in the Willows' had been one of Sonya's favourites when she was six years old and her mum had read it to her. Now she was reading it to her own son.

All her life, Sonya had wanted to write short stories but never seemed to have the time. Books had been her love all through her childhood. After all, you could travel through time, live on a desert island or help Sherlock Holmes solve a mystery. When she left school she got herself a job in a small book shop. That is where she met John. He'd come in to get a travel guide. They spent many hours reading and Sonya's dad nicknamed them the bookworms. They had only been married two years when two things happened; the bookshop owner wanted to retire and Sonya and John bought the shop off him. Then Sonya became pregnant.

Sonya loved reading stories to her newborn baby and now on a cold, wet, rainy afternoon all Jack wanted was for his mum to read all about Badger, Moley, Toady and Ratty. "Mummy, my favourite is Toady 'cos he's so naughty." Sonya hugged him. "Toad was my favourite too when I was your age."

The rain fell even harder but to Jack and Sonya it was a warm summer's day and Toad was bragging to Badger about his new car.

The End.