A Batrachian Rhapsody . . .

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Just a few posts down, about a week ago, under the title of Blog Encounters, a photo was published which purportedly was the portrait of the author of this blog, Mr. Toad himself. But as I explained afterwards to one or two of you good and comprehending readers, in fact it is very rare that I have the seemingly human physical appearance which was visible in that photograph. The vast majority of the time I spend clothed in a thick and rather bumpy skin, with sort of bulging eyes which rarely blink, webbed feet and hands, powerful back legs, the better to hop with as I make my way around the local forests, seeking out tender insects to munch on, when not just sitting still and contemplating the beauty to be found within my field of vision.
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Occasionally, especially in the evening, I am known to emit a series of deep and far-carrying croaks, to determine if their are any other toads in the vicinity, particularly those of the fairer toad sex. The only time I metamorphose back to my human form is within a 24 period of being kissed by any human female who still retains memories of having once dreamed of becoming a princess and living in a castle. This only happens rarely, as few can be tempted to bring themselves to kiss my amphibian lips. So the photos below are indeed portraits of my true and untransformed self, believe it or not . . .
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And of course these two photos from both sides reminds me of that well known song with the line in it that goes :
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"I've looked at toads from both sides now
From left and right and still somehow
It's toads illusions I recall
I really don't know toads . . . at all . . . "
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So, would you kiss this face ? Do you think he needs a bath first ?
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Even our cat Noisette took one sniff and backed away carefully, she knew right away that this was one batrachean not to be messed with !
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(PS . . . There are those who might try to tell you that this was just an ordinary garden variety sort of common bufonidae toad that had hopped into a certain blog author's driveway yesterday, and that there is nothing really special or magic about him at all; but I wouldn't pay much heed to such dull and loutish opinions, how could such a totally amazing creature not have a bit of magic in it ?)
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