Glistening the size of a river rock, the toad sat under the magnolia tree near the pool. Its black eyes staring right back fearlessly at the soft wet nose above it. Hoagie's jowls fluttered with every intense breath of this great discovery. Still they were like statues, one sitting, the other standing, but what neither expected was what lurked on behind them. Slowly creeping up, like a spy from a slick B rated movie.
Then without warning it gave a pounce, tickling Hoagie's mid-rib section yelling "Boo!"...well all I can say is I believe that I scared the color off of Hoagie, he took off running and laughing like a mad man and the toad well we have not seen him again. Just another afternoon in our yard.
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