The last part of "there goes the toad!" spoken by my father, was because I found a toad in the chicken coop (terrible place for a toad to be) and tried to rescue it. It probably thought I was going to kill it or whatever goes through the head of wild animals when they run away and climbed underneath something out of my reach. At this moment it climbed back out and was being traded off between the chickens. I got it and threw it over the fence it to freedom, though it looked quite dehydrated and probably died eventually. Quite a sad story really.
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