Meet Mr Toad, the frog. He lives in the small pond in my garden. Sometimes he pops his head out of the water but mostly he stays out of sight until nightfall – unless it really, really rains, and then he makes an exception and comes out in the daytime. At the moment he’s really hot and is busy cooling down under cover of his pond weed. He eats slugs (when he feels like it) and bugs and stuff. He preferred it when the garden was nice and messy – he’s not so sure about the new, neater regime. He doesn’t like hoes. He did have a friend who he used to hang with in the weed but not so long ago his friend lay very still for days. Then the tall man came along, scooped him up and buried him in a corner of the garden. He hasn’t seem him since. Occasionally he tries to find Mr Frog, the toad, but Mr Frog is very difficult to find mainly because he doesn’t have a permanent address. So mostly he just chills, in his pond, by himself.