Toad Confined

One can only imagine what it was like for Toad to suddenly find that fearsome jabberwocky resident within the confines of his own dome.  Think of it, a fantastic (and rather dreadful) creature from his childhood stories, having moved in without even a by-your-leave, now being rather inconsiderate about even sharing the space that seemed to grow more crowded by the moment  (where did the monster expect to put all that tail,  and those wings were wreaking havoc?!)  Toad tried to engage the beast in a civilized discussion of their predicament, but he could get out nary a word what with all the paraphernalia shove down his poor throat. He could barely manage a croak,  and with every croak the jabberwocky grew increasingly menacing.

His current confines were no Toad Hall,  but were not so mean that he had reason to complain beyond the fact of his captivity (and the sudden appearance of the beast.)  He was comfortable enough, though he wondered when he last had tea and when tea would be served again (assuming, as he did, that there was someone to take care of such matters.)  He had ample opportunity to ponder upon his current predicament, but had resisted jumping to any conclusions that might implicate himself.

From time to time his friends would swim into view, though the whole idea of "time" was now transformed in the most unusual ways. Time seemed to swirl about like Autumn gusts carrying yellowed leaves. The Toad would see the girl looking at him and feel her hand in his and he would desperately try to convey to her how very important it was that he be able to convince the jabberwocky that it was time for the beast to vacate his premises, but to no avail.  Toad grew worried that no one cared.

But when the beast started drooling on his settee that settle it for Toad.  He made his mind up that if no one else would help him,  it was high time he helped himself. He took a deep gulp of air (goodness, the monster needed some dental hygiene) and gave a ferocious yank on the tubes; and he was free! He gulped the air, took a moment to compose himself and turned to address with beast with as stern a look as he cold muster and just as he was about to let the beast have it, there they were!  The stoats were all over him! They sent his head swimming and, no, they were pushing the tubes back down his throat!  The jabberwocky loomed over their white coated shoulders, grinning his toothy grin, drooling his beastly spittle, and exhaling his noxious breath. And the wind blew and time swirled.