Toad walked to the back of the boat.
"I'm Toad of Toad Hall!" he grumbled.
"I don't wash clothes!"
Beside the dirty clothes was a washtub.
Toad picked up the soap.
He held up a shirt.
"How do I wash this?" he said.
He dipped it in the tub.
"Should I rub soap on it?" he asked.
Toad lay the shirt on the deck.
"Okay, I'll rub some soap on it," said Toad.
"Hmmm, now what do I do?
Oh, I'll dip it in the tub again!" said Toad.
Toad put the shirt in the water.
"Hmmm, it's still dirty," Toad said, taking it out.
He splashed the shirt in the tub again and again.
"I know! I'll twist the shirt!" said Toad.
He twisted and hit the shirt against the tub.
Soap bubbles spilled over the side into a puddle.
"Ahhh!" Toad yelled, as he slipped and fell.
"Ow, my back hurts," cried Toad.
"And where's the soap?"
He crawled around looking for the soap.
Toad was wet and covered in bubbles.
The possum burst into laughter.
"I've been watching!" she shouted.
"You've never washed anything in your life!
You are a big liar!"
"How dare you talk to me like that!" yelled Toad.
He stood up proudly in his wet dress.
"I am Toad! Rich and famous Toad!" he said.
"I will not be made fun of by a possum!"