Toad Torrent ((better)) Review

The frogs laughed. The newts held their tiny sides. “You’ll sink!” they cried.

“Too slow, Grundel!” the green frogs would taunt, zipping past on lily-pad sleds. “Too fat to fly!” toad torrent

The rain came down in silver sheets, turning the dry creek behind Old Mossy Hill into a roaring, muddy torrent. For the creatures of the forest floor, this was chaos—but for a grumpy, warty old toad named Grundel, it was the greatest morning of the year. The frogs laughed

Finally, at the last drop—a three-foot waterfall into Soggy Bottom—the frogs bailed out, fearing the splash would break their bones. Grundel!” the green frogs would taunt