Short Stories For Children The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth Grahame Listen to the story VII. THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN                Previous Chapter        Next Chapter    The Willow-Wren was twittering his thin little song, hidden in the dark selvage of the river bank. Though it was past ten o’clock at night, the sky still clung to and retained some lingering skirts of light from the departed day; and the sullen heats of the torrid afternoon broke up and rolled away at the dispersing touch of the cool fingers of the short midsummer night. Mole lay stretched on the bank, still panting from the stress of the fierce day that had been cloudless from dawn…