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This morning while repacking and rearranging in the garage I discovered that I have my very own petrified toad. He was a nice-sized fellow once, a good three inches in his dried state. So...was he trapped by box heights? Didn't look squashed...I trust he's not a malignant spell (too much writing fantasy...) but I gave him a nice bag funeral. I may break down and go get him and dig a hole.
Blessed Be, little one.
Blessed Be, little one.
