Toad is yet another vignette. I picture a small Victorian house, a raised porch, and the rug below Toad's favorite chair. With his pillow and a comfortable throw, just in case the weather turns cool, Toad sits, smiling at a small joke that no one else seems to appreciate.
Wearing a robe with the ever-present hat covering his mostly bald head, Toad might be just coming from his bath, or, running around wearing little. You know… just like old men do!
Toad holds a unlit pipe. Like most pipe smokers, Toad seems to spend more time lighting his pipe than smoking it.
Maybe today he can read some of his new book prior to falling asleep, unless, that special lady comes by…
