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Every kind of flower she could imagine, birds of every color of the rainbow, and critters of all sorts, from blue tree toads to bunnybeavers, bloomed and flew and scampered about the garden.

Wilbur heard the trill of the tree toad and the occasional slamming of the kitchen door.

The tree toad’s eerie note comes faint and sweet, but from what cranny of the bark he only knows.

I never knew before that tree toads made silence.

Crickets noisily were proclaiming their presence and the not unmusical notes of the tree toads joined in a chorus that arose from every side.