He saw the little girl headed his way and froze. There was nowhere to hide on this desert of a roadway. She grew closer. He crouched, ready to jump. She stopped, looked at him a moment, then continued past.
He croaked with relief. He was certain she was going to kiss him. Every toad knew that little girl kisses gave them warts, cooties, and maybe even the heebie-jeebies. One of his friends got them so bad he turned into a prince. They never heard from him again.
Never thought about this from the toad’s perspective before.
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I’m not entirely sure it’s a good thing that I connect with the toad more than the princess 😉
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