Toad Said

The wind howled and the trees shook.
The toad said nothing.
Rain blanketed the wood, transforming dry ground into treacherous mud.
The toad said nothing.
The river ran high, bursting into the usually peaceful clearing.
The toad said nothing.
Thunder shook his little bones,
but the Toad said nothing.
“What are you doing out in this storm?” asked the rabbit, peering out of his hole.

The toad said “Nothing.”