Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Toad King Arthur, My Friend

Yes, there was some negative Karma incurred with some of our pet relationships(read previous blog entry).  But, on the other hand the pets in our family were like mythological creatures.  My mother named King Arthur for me and I dutifully cared for him.  I recall during the winter months going to the Mall and purchasing meal worms to feed him.  These were stored in the refrigerator and wiggled on the end of a toothpick.  A toad needs to see movement  to know that something is edible.  Toads have the most amazing irises.  They are golden.  My toad never gave me warts or secreted any poison.  He would pee on my hand.  King Arthur and I had a bond.  No, I did not enjoy the toad piss!!

Eventually we moved and he had free run of a green house.  The next year he was let out free in the yard.  My father placed a bug zapper in the yard.  ( I think that a bug zapper is an abomination).  King Arthur hung around under the zapper waiting for the bugs to fall.






Funny how my mother named him King Arthur because King Arthur was a king or prince with great principles.  To name a toad such, in light of the fairy tale of The Frog Prince is sort of in a round about way saying that even princes are toads.....All men are toads?  Is that what you were getting at? Mom?


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