Mole rowed carefully on.
Rat leaned forward, listening.
"What's wrong with Rat?" thought Mole.
"He's acting strange."
The river divided into two streams.
"Take the smaller stream," ordered Rat.
Mole steered the boat.
"The music is so clear," said Rat.
"Mole, you must hear it now!"
Suddenly Mole stopped rowing.
The music surrounded him.
"You hear it, Mole!" cried Rat.
"It's magical!" said Mole.
"Row on, Mole!" said Rat.
Mole paddled forward again.
"Look at the grass and the trees," said Rat.
"Everything is glowing!" cried Mole.
"Look at the color of those roses!"
"Smell the wildflowers!" said Rat.
Ahead they saw a small island.
Willows grew all around it.
"Let's tie up here," said Mole.
They got out of the boat.
Rat and Mole pushed through the willows.
"Strange," said Rat.
"I feel happy, but also scared."
"I feel the same way," said Mole.
They stepped into a small, bright clearing.
"Dawn is coming," said Mole.
"Oh, the music stopped," said Rat.
Rat and Mole both looked up.