‘What a strange place to begin writing about your life,’ said Toad
‘The Pond?’ said Greebo
‘Yes Greebo, The pond. It’s hardly the place to start writing about one’s life. It’s not where we started. It’s where we end up! Figuratively speaking you understand’ replied toad
‘I began life in a hole in a ground…There was nobody else around…I could hear myself farting!’ said Greebo
‘That’s you! Greebo!’ said toad laughing.
‘But writing is a vocation, a calling not a profession in an isolated white clinical room with no windows,’ proffered Greebo
‘Right! my friend. But wrong also,’
‘The hole in the ground, where it all began. I was nothing but a caveman without a plan but I recognised my calling…’ uttered Greebo.
‘Such a fine story for one so young So where did it all go wrong?’ asked toad.
‘Wrong? It did not go wrong wrong like cameltoe thong just sing along I’ll be gone in w while’ sang Greebo.
‘Not wrong then. But delayed,’ returned toad.
‘Nothing a spell can’t help with’ offered Greebo
‘No we don’t need your spells Greebo. Something will come along. It always does,’
‘A spell of Fine Weather my friend. That will put things right in the end,’ Said Greebo with authority.
‘The End Of the Beginning. The beginning of the End.Whats the difference?’ sang toad
‘None.There’s none at all. We got to fall to stand up again and look around’ said Greebo
‘Like from a hole in the ground,’ said Toad
‘Disappointed…’ said Greebo
‘In what?’ asked toad.
‘In the glum,’ replied Greebo
‘Sitting there in the sun waiting for the clouds to arrive again.’ Said Toad.
‘Shadow,’ said Greebo with a sneer
‘And light,’ said toad
‘depression,’ said Greebo
‘Happiness Greebo,’said Toad triumphantly. ‘Happiness shines lights into the shadows and illuminates our minds’ exclaimed toad.
‘thoughts and deeds’ finished Greebo
‘Pity we don’t have any tea. I could do with a cup now,’ said toad
‘Hows about newt piss and rain?’ Asked greebo, grinning.
‘Capital idea Greebo. Capital.’ said toad.
And that night went by so . No. Thats life!