There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger’s origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes.

Water Rat and Sea Rat sit down for a poetic lunch. Kenneth Grahame’s prose is a counter argument against “simple” prose.

Grahame, Kenneth. The Wind in the Willows. United Kingdom, Welbeck Editions, 2021. p116