1) We worked out that 'nnn.' and '.zki' are 'www.' and '.org' respectively by working out other words in the passage. With the same method we worked out that the first letter of the website was ‘g’.
2) We looked at the title of the book and found out from the passage that it was 5 words long. We thought of different possibilities and we came up with ‘The Wind in the Willows’.
3) We now had to find if it fit or not. It had to fit into: 'Vfj Ngwc gw vfj Ngyyznq'. It did! To clarify that it was the correct book we had to find the author. We had worked out that ‘pl’ was ‘by’. The authors name had to fit into: ‘Rjwwjvf Ikxfxuj’. So, we searched ‘The Wind in the Willows’ in google.
4) We found out that the author was Kenneth Grahame. His name fit the criteria so we had solved the book and the author.
5) Following on from Step 1 we searched ‘read classic books online’. From all of the results we found a website beginning with ‘g’ called ‘gutenberg’.
6) On Gutenberg in the ‘Book Search’ I searched ‘The Wind in the Willows’. The text was the 1st paragraph of the story.
7) The coded script:
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. 'This is fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.