I'd thought, initially, that this was really Toad's story; a Tale of Toad's Fall and Redemption. And so, having spent so much time on others, I began feeling remiss in failing to relate some of that story from Toad's perspective (encumbered as he was and therefore suffering not only from frustration but from the pure indignity of it all.) I meant to here to redeem myself by relaying to you what was passing through Toad's giant head as the hours slowly dragged by, but alas events dictate otherwise.
Dr. Williams had been arguing with his gran and during the course of the elder Williams berating the younger for failing to have him his tea served. No sooner had Father Williams licked the last crumb from his fingers that he remarked (taking tea, as he was, in Toad's room) that Toad was looking markedly peeked and that a couple of more hours and he'd be ready for the table.
"Whoosh!", the stoats descended with more tubes.
Toad immediately brightened considerably (on account of the fact that he could breath again) while Dr. Williams sheepishly explained to the girl that he had (much, I suppose as had I) neglected to consider Toad's situation, and therefore had not removed a little tiny tube that had a purpose some days ago, but whose purpose that day, was to become clogged and cause Toad some temporary grief. The girl cried, "Oh my!", the younger Williams smiled wanly, his gran let out a tremendous belch, Toad rolled his eyes, and Rat and Mole (accompanied by Otter and Badger), peeking in at the window, whispered conspiratorially among themselves.
Tomorrow would be another day.
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