The Wood Shed
He was quick and slimy. And boy could he jump! Jump like the dickens he could!
"This boy here's gonna fetch me a real nice prize. There's no doubting that", whispered Bobby as he worked to stuff the toad in the front pocket of his faded denim overalls. He was all business, his brow furrowed into a scowl that would rival the wolves of Wall Street. For all his life, long as Bobby Butcher could remember all he ever wanted was to own a prize jumping toad that would rival the likes of Sissy Cogburn's "Yella Princess" and Roy Klaus' "Sparticus". He and his brother Tommy would spend hours and hours hunting for toads in the swamps searching for that rare contender that evolution only spit out once in a blue moon. Millions and millions of years of life and death, reproduction and evolution leading to the creme de la creme of jumping toads. He was convinced he had just discovered such a specimen. Now it was time to train it into a world class competitor.
