Toadstone
We pulled up to the tollbooth and I glanced at the passenger seat.
"What are you looking at me for?" the toad grumbled.
"I dunno," I said. "In the stories, whenever there's an obstacle, the magical animal says stuff like, 'Do exactly what I say and don't ask questions. Strike me dead and cut open my belly,' and then the hero finds a jewel or something in there and is able to pay the ferryman or buy a new horse or whatever."
The toad goggled. "Fuck that noise," it said. "Here, help me look on the floor for loose change."
"What are you looking at me for?" the toad grumbled.
"I dunno," I said. "In the stories, whenever there's an obstacle, the magical animal says stuff like, 'Do exactly what I say and don't ask questions. Strike me dead and cut open my belly,' and then the hero finds a jewel or something in there and is able to pay the ferryman or buy a new horse or whatever."
The toad goggled. "Fuck that noise," it said. "Here, help me look on the floor for loose change."