It’s not easy being a toad.
At best, people avoid me. But some
do their best to crash me under a feet.
The worst are the children. Once I
saw one of my friends being dismembered alive by an eager kid with a
magnifying glass and a pair of scissors.
And who says that we are ugly? I
can’t say that I agree with that.
Come, my dear lady, give me a kiss.
Set me free.
Seventy-six words of almost poetry!
:-)
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