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.