Done. And actually, I might replace your first paragraph with this:


When they say, "name your dream", this is one of mine. Toad and his gyspy wagon. The time on the canal.... following the mule. That was what I flashed on. The Wind in the Willow was one of the shaping books of my youth. When I was a kid in Ohio we had a wood behind the house, about four acres. That's a fair chunk of tangled deadfall and mysterious nooks and crannies. It was where I set Badger's House in my minds eye: there was a patch of fallen branches which was covered in leaves and twigs and snow in the winter. Beneath it was a small bit of dark dryness. The wood-rats Ratty scared off with his brace of pistols and cudgel could have lived in it.

Those are some of the things I would love to catch.

I think it grabs harder. However, I might easily be wrong. Do what seems good to you... but I wanted to say how much I liked this bit.