We were talking about the color of my magic toad. Yes, he's red. Something to do with the clay in these parts, I reckon, though I truly don't have a clue. He could have been blushing, for all I know, mustering a spell of some sort.
This little fella, however, magical as he appears, fell into some pond brine I had dumped out. Perfectly non-toxic stuff, though at full strength, I learned, isn't about to just wash off. A thorough scrubbing produced only this polished, cranky turquoise nugget, which was far better than the bottle green he was prior to bathing, but still, difficult to explain to friends and family, I'm sure.
I an green with envy of your psychedelic toads. Mine are all brown, but I do love my little cute, bright green tree frogs with suction cup toes. And I have every color dragonfly but red. I hope to see a red one, some day! Thanks for sharing these lovely bits of your world. xo
ReplyDeleteI want to see the red dragonfly when you find one!
DeleteHahahahaha... psychedelic really is the right word!!!
ReplyDeleteIn the next post I want a gold-coloured one!
stephanie
I'm not going to gold plate a toad for you :)
DeleteAre you sure you don't own a magic wand ?
ReplyDeleteMethinks it is something out of Harry Potter.....
~Jo
Nope. No wand. Just a curious chain of events.
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