It's Not The Sort Of Night For

Onion Sauce! Onion Sauce!

He Had Got Down To The Bones Of It, And They Were Fine And Strong And Simple.

Toad Talked Big About All He Was Going To Do In The Days To Come, While Stars Grew Fuller And Larger All Around Them, And A Yellow Moon, Appearing Suddenly And Silently From Nowhere In Particular, Came To Keep Them Company And Listen To Their Talk.

It's Not The Sort Of Night For Bed, Anyhow.

The Wild Wood Is Pretty Well Populated By Now; With All The Usual Lot, Good, Bad, And Indifferent--i Name No Names. It Takes All Sorts To Make A World.