"There's a Toad in the garage. And he's been swimming in Sam's waterbowl."
I looked into the garage and there he sat, his green velvet back turned toward me, watching me from the corner of one of his great, bulging eyes.
He was, as we should expect, indignant.
I remembered quite distinctly about his Toady sensibilities from Arnold Lobel's little books .
"I don't wear a bathing suit," said Frog.
"Well, I do," said Toad. "After I put on my bathing suit, you must not look at me until I get into the water."
"Why not?"asked Frog.
"Because I look funny in my bathing suit. That is why," said Toad.
Empathizing with Toad's plight, I quietly closed the door. We all have those toady days, don't we?
Miss Bennett: "Books— oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings." 
"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. . ."
"Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. . . For you alone, I think and plan. "
"My beloved is mine and I am his." ~ Song of Solomon
