Cruelty To Toads

the toads do not dive they plop into the scummy pond pale green bellies floating beneath them like airbags they paddle and back-stroke through the weedy water as slow as inflatable boats when i visit them i turn into a kid lobbing pebbles into the spawny drink to watch them scatter they remind me of fat men hastily departing a swimming pool it is a joke i prank them with i keep doing this until they turn to glare at me heads half-submerged eyes bulging with indignation once it began to rain heavily raindrops crashed into the pond like exploding peanut shells . the toads commenced to croak in unison the noise almost drowning-out the sound of the pelting rain no doubt they were bidding me to go drown somewhere