`` You have , '' replied Old Mr. Toad tartly . `` I sang right in this very place last spring , and the spring before , and the spring before that . You 've sat on that very bank lots of times while I was singing . The trouble with you , Peter , is that you do n't use your eyes or your ears . '' Peter looked more foolish than ever . But he ventured another question . It would n't be Peter to let a chance for questions go by . `` Have I ever heard you singing up on the meadows or in the Old Orchard ? '' `` No , '' replied Old Mr. Toad , `` I only sing in the springtime . That 's the time for singing . I just have to sing then . In the summer it is too hot , and in the winter I sleep . I always return to my old home to sing . You know I was born here . All my family gathers here in the spring to sing , so of course I come too . '' Old Mr. Toad filled out his queer music bag under his chin and began to sing again . Peter watched him . Now it just happened that Old Mr. Toad was facing him , and so Peter looked down straight into his eyes . He never had looked into Mr. Toad 's eyes before , and now he just stared and stared , for it came over him that those eyes were very beautiful , very beautiful indeed . `` Oh ! ''
he exclaimed , `` what beautiful XXXXX you have , Mr. Toad ! ''
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