Toadette was swinging on a swing. The swing was nice, but poor little Toadette was nearly bored out of her mind. In fact, the swing was pretty much the only source of joy for Toadette, which is downright embarrassing.
"Why am I stuck here, swinging with no good intentions, when I could be doing something better..." Toadette muttered to herself as she sighed, swinging harder as she hoped she could get something out of trying. "Maybe if I soar fast enough, I'll be able to fly... whee!" With one big swing, she leapt forward as she jumped out of the swing...
...And landed flat on her face. In the wet mud. Including her cute little pink dress. Sadly for her, every single living thing that was in the surrounding area noticed this, and they laughed so hard, they soon forgot what they were originally doing. Blushing with her dignity lost, Toadette sulked as she headed eastward, back to her home, to continue sulking.