Cruising down the glossy, black deserted road I noticed a lone frog sitting. He was sitting more like a dog than a frog reclining on his hind frog legs in the middle of the lane. He was glossy like the road, my car headlights reflected off of his slick body. I almost saw--or probably did see--him too late. He looked me in the eyes. I swerved to the right. I didn't look back to know whether my maneuver was successful. If so, I wonder if Mr. Toad is still sitting in the middle of the road.
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