An apple a day keeps the doctor away, a toad a day just hops away.
I am trying to be funny but I 'm talking about squashed toads I find on the road every day when we, Clemens and I, walk our lovely dog Angelo through the park and back. I also have collected a huge bunch of toys fallen out of prams or out of little kids hands. Oh well, c'est la Vie.
I literally peel the little squashed creatures off the road. A flat road toad.
Difficult to explain or as everything in life, not so terribly difficult but but.....when I see one on the road the toad is then Off the road, so to speak.
Home I find a tiny canvas and glue the toad on after I have given it a clean and a gleam with shiny spray of paint or varnish.
No idea what-so-ever accept I know they are as dead as Marilyn Monroe and nearly as beautiful.