It seems the latest craze among the forest creatures is dallying, stone-still in roadways.
Fortunately I noticed his crouching figure despite the darkness. He didn't respond to my stroking and nudging and I'm certain he wouldn't have budged for an approaching car. Picking him up proved difficult, not that he struggled, but because he flattened himself determinedly to the road. If he was hoping I'd think him inanimate and leave him alone, he clearly believed the neighbor cat less gullible. Her meow broke the silence. Instantly perking up, he revealed his spiritedness; his eyes brightened, and he sprung energetically into the grass before the cat even entered the lamplight.
I only wish I knew what whimsies were in that toad's head.
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