So, when the wind changed in the willows in August 1914, the stoats and weasels signed up for the hellhole. Mole, ready for anything, leapt at underground tunneling; trenches had their sunny days. Rat was promoted to captain; copied out Palgrave’s Golden Treasury onto postcards home; took shrapnel and was shipped home. Mister Toad ordered everyone to attack, even as he hopped in the opposite direction; commandeered a tank that fell into a shell hole. Badger, too old, stayed home in his bed; when awake hoped his dear friends would see sense; tapped his moral compass fastened to the wall.
8 of 10: 'The Wind in the Willows', by Rachel Talalay (2006)