What of the toad?

What of the toad?

That was the one question lingering in the science class as the toad's tank was knocked over, spilling the pet onto the windowsill. Leaping from the window to the sidewalk four

hours later was the forgotten toad. She was covered in warts and weird bumps. Big obscene lips. Lumpy. But still. The forgotten toad was so still. A contemplator. A wise toad.

A magical toad. He was nameless...and would show up randomly in stories. So what of the toad? He brought incredible good luck to those he favored. But if you missed him off,

he would jump on your head five times, twirl around, and curse you and your descendants for generations to come. No one really knew what the curse did. People generally tried to

get him drunk in an expeditious fashion so that he would pass out and sleep for twenty-two weeks. Then they could go about their usual nasty human business: screwing one another

Out of their money in a split second. Thirty three billion dollops fell from the sky and blew up the wealth of 497,254,163 people all over the world. It rained brown rice with beef

stew, but only for about 17 minutes.

Let stand for 5 minutes. Add salt to taste.

Leave out in the garden. This will take care of your slug problem.