“O unbelieving generation, how long shall I be with you? How long shall I put up with you?”
Once upon a time, when I was a young girl, my family took a road trip. My memories are sketchy on the details, but I remember quite distinctly seeing the Road Toad on this excursion.
We had been driving for what seemed like an excruciatingly long time when suddenly somebody – my sister or myself; again, details remain hazy – spotted a strange but familiar shape on the roadside. We quickly determined it to be a toad, sitting right there on the side of the road! Much shrieking and urging to stop and back up ensued, until finally the resigned driver acceded to our request. The van backed up and stopped directly next to the shape, affording all the passengers a perfectly clear view…
…of the enormous, toad-shaped pile of dog poo, gently steaming on the side of the freeway. When we drove away moments later, the Road Toad had taken its place the annals of Sullivan Family history.