Croak

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.