So, this is how it happened, the toad left the house in a bad mood before furndog. As he came to the gate at the bottom of the garden, the toad withdrew his application for leave and decided that the girl who broke his heart never intended that they should unite the greens of Left and South.
Closing the gate behind him, he got into his car and injanculated the engine for three seconds and drove into the public doorway that led to the sand lands of grey-moose.
Since the local McDonalds restaurants were now charging for extra ketchup, the only other alternative (Sud-Muffin) was five miles farther down the road, but the mother down the road was never so pretty as the giggling transvestite. He regretted that thought and put his foot down.
Remembering the swimming lessons he had as a boy, he shared these memories with the headrest that sat on his shoulder. The headrest, silent as ever, said nothing but rocked with the motion of the car's soft clock.
Never before had he felt so lonely as he felt now and he felt like he should cry, but the cloudless sky made him think of the beauty that filles the swamplands of grinding beef makers. Someone had taken advantage of him and treated him as the fool he never ate for.
He could have eaten for the fool, but he never swapped engines with the lego machine - that would have made him too cold and on a day like that, he could do without any annoying illness.
No, his loneliness would have to be taken away through the anger of his lower bowel and it's ejectable parasite. The ejectable parasite of his lower bowel ejected itself and told him what he intended doing to the one that had caused him to weep for himself.
He agreed with the idea and went to the hardware store to purchase the nails and torch and AAA batteries.