Thanks Chuck--reposted after corrections. What is the meaning of life? The lonely toad queried the gods. A shooting star split the night as a distant train shook the pond. He grabbed a grub with his tongue. Perhaps there is no meaning he thought but to stay on my pad and lounge. Then a passing car hit a pothole splashing mud into the air then down. The toad croaked and jumped in the water, Where a waiting snake gulped him for dinner.