Mr. Toad

Got no connection to Internet at home yesterday. Just in case it has not been restored yet when I get home in a few hours, I will jot down the following, scribbled when in the bus last night.

In The Wind in the Willows you have:
The Mole
The Rat
The Toad
The Badger

I wouldn't ask you which one could you be or on the shoe's of what animal see yourself fit into. That would be an easy question.
Now, image that I tell you that myself is a Toad, even more, that Mr. Toad could be casted out of a mould of mine. The question is: what can a man like Mr. Toad do with his lofe?
What can a man like myself do with his life?
What would you do if you were me?

Ok, I got a-run now.

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