If God had wanted us to be concerned for the plight of the toads, he would have made them cute and furry.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'd kiss a frog even if there was no promise of a Prince Charming popping out of it. I love frogs.
To find a prince, you gotta kiss some toads.
I think looking back to my own childhood, the fact that so many of the stories I read allowed the possibility of frogs turning into princes, whether that has a sort of insidious affect on rationality, I'm not sure. Perhaps it's something for research.
At any rate, we can see that they are given into our care, that we cannot just do whatever we want with them. Animals, too, are God's creatures.
As a species, we would not have survived without humor.
I raised frogs every spring in our house from tadpoles and by end of summer our house was overrun with frogs.
Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come, while stars grew fuller and larger all around them, and a yellow moon, appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular, came to keep them company and listen to their talk.
I've always loved animals and I always thought that they were, if not better, then the absolute equal of any two legged creature that God ever created.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.