“Baby Doll, Why is There a Toad in the Kitchen?”
That was what SwampMan yelled from the kitchen as I was drying my hair.
“Duh! Because he was cold!”
“Well, why can’t he be cold outside?”
“Because he was lying on the sidewalk all stiff, and I was afraid he was going to die!”
“So?”
“I couldn’t just let him DIE! He thought it was summertime, and then it suddenly turned back into winter. ”
SwampMan wandered back into the office where the taxes were printing, muttering something about no schedules for claiming toads as dependents.
