We were lunching on delicious Italian food with friends today and the subjects ranged widely in our conversation as we ate pasta, meatballs, chicken and roast vegetables, salad, cantelope, and Italian Christmas cake.
We even had a story from Fiji about bufo the cane toad.
The children used to light a cigarette, put it into his mouth and he'd huff and puff away a few times until smoke came out of his ears or somewhere. Then he would dance on his legs until he fell over!
Well, we were having fine wine with our dining (not me, only coca-cola) but I thought it a great story - you see I really really dislike the cane toads in the gardens of Fiji and how they hop onto the verandahs and even in the bathrooms! Bufo marinus is his real name, they say - and doesn't it suit him!
(added next morning - I wanted to put a tutu on him and some dancing shoes but somehow I don't think dancing on points would work for him!)
