Once upon a time, there lived a wily toad named Sparky. Every day Sparky went to the road into town to see if he could get someone to kiss him. First he’d bathe. Then he’d dab some spearmint on his head before hopping to the road to try his luck.
Most of the travelers who rode on horseback or in wagons never noticed Sparky and he had to be careful not to be crushed as they passed. Those traveling on foot, however, often saw him and stopped for a chat.
“Good day, Mr. Toad,” they would say, and they’d be off, talking about the taste of insects or Sparky’s attitudes about death (since many assumed toads lived for a very short time). But, while some of the people he met ended up licking him, no one would kiss him.
Then one day…