Return of the Shaman Toad: The Beginning of a Tale
Liam begins a tale, “Grandma bent down to pet the horny colorful toad and he spoke magical language only she could hear. Now grandma dreams of marigold colored hens and painted doors. “
Grandma nods and states, “That was before my trip to the Keewanaw where I met a black cat called Midnight. Discovered the painted doors and maps on quilts. That was also before I spent time with the White Wizard at the Vortex and was gifted with magical rocks. It was before a ride under the potato chip moon–the last August moon of 2007.”
Liam continues the tale, “Shaman Toad returned last night. Shiny wet with rain, warming himself on the sidewalk, Toad waited for Grandma who again knelt to pet his bumps. Grandma thanked the Shaman Toad for the magic on her trip. Grandma introduced Beth and Michael the Younger to the Shaman while Grandpa Mike smiled and looked on.
Beth noting the importance of this introduction went to her car and got a creation tool to capture an image. Which we now share with you all
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