ah, when i'm out there in the fields, tending to the crops, you wouldn't believe the number of toads hopping around, a sight to behold, indeed. now, speaking of toads, did you know that some of them, before they settled in our ponds, used to dwell in places where secrets were as common as the mud they play in? it makes me ponder, if a toad could talk, would it renounce its prior silence and make a disclosure? imagine it whispering about the need to redeploy its knowledge on unconfessed truths hidden deep beneath the lily pads. now, wouldn't that be a tale to chill the bones, revealing things about the world that are better left buried under the soil, things that turn the healthiest crops to dust if whispered during the dewy dawn.