Damien couldn’t help but to chuckle; he gave the toad a sarcastic sideways glace and grinned at it.  “I think that suits you; what do you say …Bugger.” he replied in kind with a throaty croak.  Bugger began to shift a little on his shoulder; it was as though he could sense that he was in store for something and from the backroom Damien could hear all sorts of noise; making chocolate flies sounded like damn hard work.<br/><br/>After a while Ally returned and Damien watched her slid the glass cup in front of him; the flies were bouncing against the glass, desperate to escape their prison.  Bugger became more excitable and unsettled on his shoulder.  Damien poised his hand on the glass and glanced across to the excited toad; “Are you ready; you had better get tem all.”  Damien had visions of him leaving the store the next time with a cloud of chocolate flies as well, as a toad in his wake.<br/><br/>He flipped the glass up and the small cocoa created flies took to the air; Bugger tensed  and with a deep ribbit his tongue flashed through the air; like a lion tamers whip it cracked close to Damien’s ear and each time it drew back the toad was rewarded with a tempting morsel.<br/><br/>But one had gotten out of range of his tongue; something Bugger had noted and he leapt onto Damien’s head and readied himself; as the fly flitted through the air and began to head towards the backroom to escape this fly eating machine; but it was not to be, for in a ‘bullet time matrix style’ attempt to get the last of his lunch; Bugger bounded into the air and twisted his bulbous body as his tongue lashed across towards the fly; it tried in vain to escape but it had no chance and was soon pulled back into the toads waiting mouth.  In a less than stylish descent, Bugger landed on Damien’s head on his back and waved his legs in the air in a desperate attempt to right himself.  Damien reached up and turned him over.