The olive toad tried blowing its grass blades @ the bronze toad, but thankfully the bronze toad had remembered to wear its shoulder blades.
The bronze toad had its own special powers: it let 1 o’ the autumn leaves fall into its pipe & broiled it into the bronze toad’s spit, allowing its spicy philosophy enter the toad’s blood stream like sweet nicotine.
From this the bronze toad’s bubbles became like iron, smashing through all o’ the olive toad’s blades like a giant fist.
The olive toad didn’t stand a chance. The bronze toad kept the swamp.