Once upon a time, the toad had smooth, shiny skin. Back then, the toad loved going out all the time. He was always at parties and social events and was almost never at home. Whenever there was a party, no matter how far, the toad always found a way to attend.
One day, the toad got an invitation to a party in the sky. His friend, the armadillo, laughed and said, "You can’t go to that party. You know you can’t fly, and you move very slowly."
The toad didn’t like being told what he couldn’t do. "Just wait and see if I go or not," the toad said confidently.
Not far from the toad’s house, a big black buzzard lived. The buzzard wasn’t very friendly and often stayed alone, so no one liked him much. The toad hopped over to the buzzard's house, where the buzzard was playing his violin.
"Good morning, Buzzard," said the toad. "Are you going to the party in the sky?"
The buzzard nodded and said he was planning to go.
"Great!" said the toad. "Can I go with you?"
The buzzard was surprised but happy that someone wanted to go with him. "Of course! I’d like to travel with you," replied the buzzard. "When should we leave?"
"We’ll leave at four o’clock," said the toad. "Come to my house, and we’ll go together. Oh, and don’t forget to bring your violin."
At four o’clock, the buzzard arrived at the toad’s house with his violin. The toad called out from inside, "I’m not ready yet. Please leave your violin by the door and come in. I just need to finish getting ready."
The buzzard put his violin by the door and went inside the toad’s house. But instead of getting ready, the toad sneaked out through the window and hid inside the violin!
The buzzard waited and waited, but the toad never came out. Finally, the buzzard decided to leave without him. He picked up his violin and flew to the party.
When the buzzard arrived at the party, he was late, so he said, "I was waiting for the toad, but he didn’t come."
The other animals laughed. "Why would you wait for the toad? He can’t fly! We only invited him as a joke because he loves parties."
The buzzard put his violin down and joined the feast. When no one was looking, the toad jumped out of the violin, laughing to himself. "They thought I couldn’t come! They’ll be surprised to see me here!"
The toad had a great time at the party. He ate, danced, and had more fun than anyone else. When the buzzard asked how the toad had arrived, the toad smiled and said, "I’ll tell you another time," and then went back to eating and dancing.
The buzzard didn’t enjoy the party much and left early without saying goodbye. He even forgot to take his violin with him.
At the end of the party, the toad got back into the violin and waited for the buzzard to return. But the buzzard never came back, and the toad started to worry. He realized he had made a mistake.
Later, a falcon saw the violin and said, "This must belong to the buzzard. I’ll take it to him."
The falcon picked up the violin and flew toward the ground. But the toad was heavy inside, and the falcon got tired. The toad started to feel very uncomfortable.
"I can’t carry this violin anymore!" the falcon complained. "I was silly to pick it up. The buzzard isn’t even my friend." Then, the falcon let the violin fall.
Down, down, down the violin fell, with the toad inside. "Oh no! Little stones, little stones, please move out of my way!" the toad cried. But the stones didn’t move, and the violin crashed to the ground.
The toad crawled out, hurt and sore. His smooth, shiny skin was now covered in bumps and bruises.
The buzzard never found out what happened to his violin, and the toad’s skin was never the same again.
Once upon a time, the toad had skin so smooth and shiny it looked like he moisturized with magic lotion every morning. Back then, he was the life of the party—quite literally, because he was at every party. If there was a celebration happening, even on the other side of a swamp, the toad would hop his way there. He was so dedicated to partying that people started saying, “Where there’s music, there’s toad!”
One sunny morning, while practicing his dance moves, the toad received an invitation to the grandest party ever—one in the sky. Yes, the sky. It was so fancy, they even wrote it in sparkly gold letters, which is the universal sign for “you don’t want to miss this.”
The toad showed the invitation to his neighbor, the armadillo, who burst out laughing so hard he rolled into a ball. “You? At a sky party? You can’t fly, and honestly, you’re not exactly built for speed, my friend.”
The toad puffed out his chest, which was hard because he didn’t have much of one. “Oh, I’ll get there. Mark my words. If there’s a party, there’s a way.”
Nearby, the grumpy buzzard was playing a melancholy tune on his violin, mostly because no one ever invited him to parties. He was like that one relative everyone forgets to call—but with feathers.
The toad hopped over and cheerfully called, “Hey, Buzzard! Nice violin-ing. Very... dramatic. Say, are you going to the sky party?”
The buzzard blinked, surprised. “Well, yes, but no one really wants me there. I’m just going to eat the free snacks.”
“Perfect!” exclaimed the toad. “How about we go together? You know, buddies! A toad and a buzzard—what a combo! Like peanut butter and wings. Or something.”
The buzzard hesitated but agreed, secretly thrilled someone actually wanted to hang out with him. “Alright. What time?”
“Four o’clock sharp. My place,” the toad said, trying to sound official. “And don’t forget your violin!”
At four o’clock, the buzzard showed up at the toad’s house, violin in hand. “Toad? You ready?” he called.
From inside, the toad shouted, “Almost! Just leave your violin by the door and come in. Make yourself comfortable!”
The buzzard set his violin down and waddled inside. But instead of getting ready, the toad sneakily hopped out the back window, whispered, “Sorry, buddy, it’s just business,” and squeezed himself into the violin case.
The buzzard, clueless, waited for a while and then muttered, “Well, I’m not missing this party.” He grabbed his violin and flew off into the sky.
The sky party was, in a word, epic. There were sparkling clouds, tables made of rainbows, and snacks that looked like they came from a cooking show. When the buzzard arrived, he grumbled, “Sorry I’m late. The toad was supposed to come with me, but you know… toads.”
The animals laughed. “Toads at a sky party? Hilarious! We only sent him an invite because he’s obsessed with parties. He probably framed it!”
Meanwhile, the toad had been biding his time. As soon as no one was watching, he popped out of the violin like a jack-in-the-box. “Ta-da! Who said toads can’t fly?”
The other animals were shocked, but the toad didn’t care. He dove straight into the snacks and then onto the dance floor, pulling moves like “The Croaky Shuffle” and “The Ribbit Slide.” The buzzard stared, utterly baffled. “How…? You know what, never mind.”
“I’ll explain later,” the toad said between bites of cake. Spoiler alert: he wouldn’t.
The buzzard, not a party bird by nature, left early. He forgot his violin, which was now doubling as the toad’s five-star ride home. The toad, full of cake and pride, climbed back into the case, waiting for the buzzard to return.
But the buzzard didn’t come back. Instead, a falcon flew by and spotted the violin. “Ah, this must belong to Buzzard. I’ll take it to him.”
The falcon tried to carry the violin, but it was heavier than expected because, well, surprise! It had a sneaky toad inside. Huffing and puffing, the falcon muttered, “Why am I doing this? Buzzard doesn’t even say hi to me at parties.”
Eventually, the falcon gave up. “This violin’s going down!” And down it went.
As the violin fell, the toad yelled, “Little stones, little stones, please move! I’m too young and too fabulous for this!” But the stones didn’t move, because stones are not known for their listening skills.
CRASH! The violin hit the ground, and the toad tumbled out, bruised and bumpy. His smooth, shiny skin was now covered in lumps.
“Well,” the toad groaned, “that’s the last time I travel economy class.”
And so, the toad hobbled home, a little wiser, a lot lumpier, but still dreaming of the next party.
Toad once had skin so smooth and bright,
He loved to party day and night.
To every feast, both far and near,
He’d hop along without a fear.
One day a sky-high invite came,
The Toad was thrilled to play the game.
The Armadillo laughed, "You’ll see,
You can’t attend, you’re not set free!"
But Toad, determined, hatched a plan,
"I’ll show them all—I’m a clever man!"
He hopped to Buzzard’s house that day,
Where music sweet did gently play.
"Dear Buzzard, friend, you’re strong and high,
Will you take me to the sky?"
Buzzard, surprised, gave a friendly nod,
"Of course, let’s go! Oh, what a squad!"
"Bring your violin, at four, come by,
And off we’ll soar into the sky!"
At Toad’s small home, the buzzard stood,
His violin set where Toad said he should.
But crafty Toad, a sly old chap,
Crept out the window—what a trap!
Inside the violin he snuck,
While Buzzard thought his friend was stuck.
The party sparkled, the feast was grand,
The animals danced across the land.
The Buzzard joined, violin in tow,
While Toad jumped out with a cheerful "Hello!"
He twirled and laughed, the crowd amazed,
For Toad had come in clever ways.
But Buzzard frowned, his joy ran dry,
He left the party, no goodbye.
Into the violin Toad climbed once more,
Hoping Buzzard would return to soar.
But Falcon found the case instead,
And lifted it high with strength to tread.
The violin fell, a mighty crash,
And Toad rolled out with quite a smash.
His smooth skin bruised, his pride did sting,
No more would he party like a king.
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