Trevor was not a special toad. He was born as a tadpole, hatched from his egg with nothing but a tail and guts in a great lake just like the rest of his kin. He was not the fastest toad, like those who would flee from predators while he only just got away. He was not the largest toad, who claimed the warmest rocks to soak up the heat. He was not even the hungriest toad, snatching up the most flies.

Trevor was not even particularly good at being the cleverest toad, but he liked to try that the most. He hopped along the coast, wiggling in and out of trees, being just troublesome enough to be free of bird's claws, swimming through grass for the challenge of getting himself between the small spaces, even if he didn't always fit. He found himself jumping into a boot left on the shore one day, nearly getting stuck in that, but squirming just enough he plopped inside. Before he could jump back out, he found himself nearly squashed by some human toes! He could not wiggle out of those, but thankfully they were removed all the same and he was pulled free by a very strange looking man.

He was not used to being caught, he should not have liked it. This man was a predator who would eat him! He croaked his protest and squirmed free once, and was caught again. He tried to get out, but the hold on him was squeezed so tight he croaked in protest as the human called for a boy named Neville.

Neville was a small, blonde, plump child who held him much more carefully. He jumped free of his fingers too. Neville shouted and chased after him, but he found when the boy's round face popped out of nowhere from the leaf he was under, it was not unpleasant. He was picked up gently again. What fun this was, to have a never ending escape. And the game never ended. He was brought to the boy's room, and he found his way free by waiting for the playful boy to leave the door open. He was put in a tank, and then his human would leave the lid wide open for him!

Now they were on a very loud platform with lots of people and cats and birds to avoid and so many places to practice their hide-and-seek, his home packed away so it wouldn't break. Neville was being spoken to by another blonde child, a very snotty sounding human who was making his boy sniffle for whatever mean things he was saying. Neville needed to play, so when his boy's hold on him loosened and the old Gran was still speaking loudly, he leapt free, right onto a passing trunk being carried by a very bushy haired girl. He croaked as he sat on it and Neville lost him in the crowd.

No matter, Neville would find him soon enough so they could play again. There were fudge flies on that trolley, so he leapt again!