Slowly, limbs stretching
Creeping forward, eyes kept front
I’m a toad, not frog!

Mr Toad of the marina has had a few lucky escapes lately.
We came back late one evening and drove straight over him.
Maggie stuck her nose up really close but he wasn’t bothered, and neither was she.
Another time, I’ve kicked him as I’ve walked up to the shower block taking her for her final wee of the day, as my eyes hadn’t adjusted until it was too late.
He’s quite a big brute too. Not exactly of Princely heritage though.
Sorry Toady. No kisses for you.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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2 Responses to Creeper

  1. You ran over him? Did he survive? Paul stepped on one a few weeks ago while letting Choppy out for her pre-bedtime relief and thought he had killed it, but it was gone the next morning (of course, it could have been a cat or coyote or something that took it away, but I like to think it just woke up and hopped away).

    • We believe our wheels went either side, so he wasn’t squashed. Treading on the ones that lined the roads in Lincolnshire was an odd experience, and they seemed to survive too. I read that frogs and toads ‘play dead’ as a defence mechanism against predators, which is what happened to the frog our chicken caught. It’s interesting the difference in their movements though.

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