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While the frogs spun out of control on the surface, smashing into rocks and spinning in eddies, Grundel’s heavy, warty body kept him anchored. His stubby toes gripped the slick stones. His wide mouth became a living sieve, filtering the current. The torrent tried to roll him, but a toad built like a mud-brick is not so easily tumbled.

Grundel blinked slowly. “The torrent belongs to those who know they can’t be washed away. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a very slow, very satisfying mud bath.” toad torrent

But Grundel didn’t choose a lily pad or a twig raft. He waddled to the edge of the torrent, took a deep breath that made his throat pouch billow like a thundercloud, and simply… stepped in. While the frogs spun out of control on

The rain came down in silver sheets, turning the dry creek behind Old Mossy Hill into a roaring, muddy torrent. For the creatures of the forest floor, this was chaos—but for a grumpy, warty old toad named Grundel, it was the greatest morning of the year. The torrent tried to roll him, but a

“Fine,” he croaked. “I’ll race.”