Thursday, 28 June 2007


I wandered into the kitchen without putting the light on.

In my stockinged feet* I almost stood on something.

Fortunately I stopped before putting my full weight on it.

I bent to pick it up.

It moved.

It was a toad**

Why is there a toad in my kitchen?

*What a lovely old-fashioned phrase that is!
** Stockinged feet. Toad. There has to be a joke in there.

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