Just then Toad’s gardener, a dung beetle named Carlos goes by, rolling a big load on his way to the violet fields.
Spic wrinkles up his nose and gives him his ‘I smell dead fish’ look. Span says, “We’d best get inside and start to work or Missus Toad will hang us out to dry!” With that said the brothers skittered into the front door of Toad House.
Baxter turns to Mona and says, “Well, I guess you’ll be flying off to your home then. Mona bats her lashes, substantially lengthened by Span, and says, “I always heard a gentleman escorts a lady home after a date. I’m looking forward to the ride Baxter.” Baxter blushes, turning a very pleasing shade of green. He can only smile and nod, clearly pleased, very pleased indeed.
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