Sighting of the Week 9/7

I have a story:

My friend found a toad. I do not remember what she named him; it was several years ago, but I called him Toady. She kept Toady and made a nice little home for him in a box. But after a while, her mom made her let Toady go. A few years later, we were jogging along the block when we found Toady! Yes- it WAS Toady. Do not ask how we knew- just believe. Anyway, we were excited, and stopped for a good amount of time (while keeping our watches running) to pick him up and play with him. Today, a few months later, my brother and I were jogging at the same time and found him- TWICE! We picked him up once, and after twenty more minutes re-found him a couple meters from where we found him the first time. This may not seem like an exciting story, but it is. Long live Toady.

So long,