Damien watched the toad shift uncomfortably at the chastisement from its creator; for a moment the toad looked shifty and then waddled across to the plate where upon it flicked out its tongue against the last few crumbs.  He nodded softly as he watched it;  her words rekindled some memory.  He sat silent for a moment, trying to piece together the fragmented thoughts that run through his head.<br/><br/>“For the life of me I cannot remember why I was doing it; but I recall a texture like treacle almost with a taste that was like licking a road on a hot day; but by the second lick you really couldn’t care.”  for a moment he wandered whether it might have been the licking of toads that had bought on his loss of faculties; maybe not.  “I have no doubt that your toad would be far superior in the taste department.”<br/>