Ribbit. Ribbit. I hear toads calling me from among the reeds. I don't think The Boy is looking; I hop off to join them.
Ribbit. Ribbit. The lives of the wild toads are so different from my life in The Stone Place. Sometimes I pity them, sometimes I envy them.
Ribbit. Ribbit. I see a female toad who is quite attractive. I puff out my chin pouch. She looks impressed. I am about to make a move, when –
"Trevor? Trevor?" I hear The Boy calling. It doesn't matter if I go; someone will find me. I hop away.
Ribbit. Ribbit.
