He was a very lonely toad.
He usually only came out at night.
There was never any one there.
Only a few crunchy bugs, a couple of slinky ants.
He looked in all the pots for the frogs he thought should be hanging around.
He knew at one time a salamander lived here.
He checked out the undersides of the begonia leaves... nothing, no one.
It seemed to him that he was the last amphibian in Kelsey.
He was so alone, he felt rejected by all slimy things, pushed away by all his slippery kin.
One last look under the wandering jew, or perhaps over there near the impatiens.
Where have all the froggies gone, long time passing?
Oh well, he thought, there are more mosquitoes and fruit flies left for me.