IT was one dark evening…

 Hmm, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with T….

Anyone looking? Naa? Good….

Is it a Toad? Is it a Toy? I think I need to pat it to see…  Hmmm, not too sure about these flickery things in the way though.
 If I can just, um, err, squeeeeeze past maybe. Hey, I’m SURE neither toads nor toys are supposed to laugh at me?
OK, Maybe I can just, oooo, reach past?  Are YOU laughing at ME?
  Hmmph. Don’t know why you’re laughing. Didn’t really want to play with it anyway.
Words and pictures (of Logan) by daughter Joanna