A friend like Walter. I toad you he was fine as frog’s hair.
Once, in a land of rolling hill (just one) and wide-open spaces with rushing streams (actually, a small creek) there lived a toad named Walter. Walter was much like any other toad, in that he liked to sit on the back porch at night, and catch unsuspecting bugs with the flip of his tongue, a […]
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