Thursday, August 2, 2012
Always difficult with Toads to know what they might be thinking. And I believe that if I was a Toad I'd spend most of my time wondering when I would dry up and shrivel. Become desiccated and flat and run down by the tire of a motor vehicle as though someone had ironed me. I have seen two such grisly ends this year. One in a parking area at my place of employment, the other on that part of the driveway, here at home, which is still mainly gravel. Who knows what innocent dream led the car park Toad to so undignified an end, heading as he appeared to be toward a fulfillment center. However, it's the dead Toad here at home, that seems to concern me more.