Toad must have been very accustomed to traveling this way, balanced on the back rails of a rushing buggy, but Melena was not. She gripped the sides and white-knuckled the rails with her knapsack sandwiched between her knees. Hazel was clamped onto the roof, grinning like an alligator in the sun. And Toad lounged like a cat.

You’ve been one busy worm!

Wonderful. I'm stranded with the least creative Ramblers.

Ah, Mr. Ogg! How I like you!” Mr. Owl cheered. “Always ready to break a neck. Good fellow!

He was a dastardly fellow,” the beer mug continued happily. “Truly repugnant. And smelled! Oh, lad, the stench could knock over an ox!

O sweet, sweet JoannaHow torn my heart!O sweet, sweet JoannaOur kiss shall never part!O sweet, sweet JoannaHow thine eyes do mine miss!O sweet, sweet JoannaLushest green now turned to mist!O sweet, sweet JoannaHow wicked the under-lord king!O sweet, sweet JoannaWho stole our cherished ring!