Heaven would be a room decorated the same hues as the skin of the toad, for they relax my eyes better than any other.
For the toad the muddy pond is his throne and he longs for no other, for there he is a king in his kingdom.
The toad, this prince of nature, so overlooked by fairytales, unless in some foul broth, livens my day with his bumpy green skin.
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