They met over a toad.
He was a small, gangly little boy, with eyes full of mischief and a determined expression. He walked up to her at the first church picnic of the season, held out his hand on which rested a fat little toad and grinned.
“Will you be my friend?”
She had given the toad a glare, but she was no sissy. Toads didn’t scare her. She took the toad, put it in her apron pocket and looked him in the face. “Sure.”Read More »